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i. ‘ s'4^®tL?s' * ^ . .' • - > '•i f,«- \ •i:^ -; (, ^7S'-^[‘^'^ ^,jL 'U? " , F’- 1^ ^'rr-.vyT HOKE COUNTY JOURNAL,^ltW01U>» N. C. I V ' •if ^• ,!( Custard Cup j S’ Florence Bingham Livnigston **www««MMPwaiwwvwws Copyright by Goorgo H. Doran Company / UNCLE JERRY SYNOPSIS.—Living In a bam, converted Into a dwelling, Jtos. Penfl-eld la njanager of an apartr nient building' known as ’“The Cus-, tard Cup,” originally "Cluster Court" Her Income is derived from laundry work, her chief pa tron being a Mrs. Horattus ’Weath- erstone, whom she has Mver seen. Living with her, are "Crink" and "Thad,” homeless small boys whom she has adopted. They call her “Penzie." Thad tells Penzie a strange man was inquiring for her under her 'maiden name. A tenant, Mrs. Gussie Bosley, induces Penzie to take charge of a package, which she dees with some misgivings. Searching a refuse dump for things which might be of value, Crink, veteran at the game, encounters a small gdrl, Lettib, who proves a foeman worthy of his steel. He takes her to Penzie, and Lettle gets an Invitation to Join the family. r" f 4 i=r M % CHAPTER III.—Continued. Mrs. Penfleld covered her Ironing oard with an old sheet and propped t In a corner. Turning, she stood a looment in deep thought, her brown eyes on the prickly piece of childhood on the wash bench, her mental vision absorbed In problems of arithmetic. The question confronting Mrs. Pen- field was complicated only by the limi tation of food for the family. The ugly accretions of speech and be havior disturbed her very little, be cause she believed that underneath them there Is always a _ bit of life that is sweet and true; one has only to pry off the handicaps and give It a chance. “I was* only thinking,” she said briskly, "that It might be a mercy If Lettle’d stay. I got 'most a box full of clo'es that Mrs. Weath’stone sent down that’s betwixt and between, too small for me and too girly for Thad. I expeet they’d fit Lettle fine.” ■^at young lady shot a wise glance out of bright black eyes. The eyes were young, but the expression was centuries old, full of gathered shrewd ness and mockery. “My clo'es haln’t never stumped anybody yet,” she ob served scornfully. “It’s victuals that cuts the Ice, anyway.” “And I’ll get her a sleeping-box down to the groc’ry,” added Crink eagerly, more and more captivated every minute by the sterling peppiness of the newcomer. “Sure. We’ll havq It worked out In no time. ’Bout all the real dif- f’runce an extra one makes is that you’re happier to have another one In the family. Now, Crink, you set the table—and bo spry, ’cause I’m go ing to dish right now. You’ll find an extra spoon In the egg box. Lettle won’t need no knife and fork. This here supper’s simple to eat.” , With the cover of the saucepan In her hand, Mrs. Penfleld made a dash for the outside door. “Thad!” she called. In a practiced neighborhood yell. “Thad! Tha-a-ad! My land,” she continued, dishing up stew with a worn agate ladle, “I ’most forgot to call that blessed ‘baby. He’s been watching Mrs. Catterbox’ garden. She promised him . a penny to, keep the chickens out two hours while she went uptown. He’s been In ’bout seven times to know If he sure could spend It himself, the dear!” These Intimate revelations were cut short by the entrance of the new cap italist. One glance at the occupant of the wash bench reduced his high enthusiasm to a round, double stare, framed In amber eyelashes. “Thad,” said Mrs. Penfleld for mally, “look what we got while you were gone.'*’ With the agate ladle she pointed toward Lettle with the air of an entomologist who Indicates a par ticularly fantastic bug. “This here’s Lettle. And Lettle, this here’s Thad.” Having thus separated their person alities with the convenient ladle, she reached'for another bowl. The setting of the table had not ^ been a difficult thing for Crink to * learn. On a •loth composed of four flour sacks, united by hand, were four plates, four bowls, four tumblers of water, four spoons, and. In front of Mrs. Penfleld, a plate of cbmbread, a small piece of butter, and a knife. ' “Now, boys,” signaled Mrs. Penfleld. “And mind you, go slow and mean what you say. You know Ood can’t hear ndlhlng unless you mean it.” Then the mixed chonis said slowly ': "Lord, we thank Thee ’cause we got big appetites and good things to eat. Amen.” Lettle forgot her hunger momen tarily and opened her black eyes ’ wide. “That beats me,” she comment ed. “DO you always talk that way 'fore you begin What In tarnation do you do It tor 7" V “So we won't forpet tor a ’ minute how thankful we are,” returned Mrs. Penfleld mildly. “Now sail right la, I . . ( Lettle salled-H)r rather she plowed. No Engrossed letters of resolution ever held BO,deep a tribute as was pushed' by Lettle, When the meat was over, she hunched down on her stool In the relaxation -vt absolute content, and fixed her black eyes on Mrs. Pwifleld. - •Til stay with yon forever. If you want me to,” she announced. ^ Mrs. Penfleld acknowledged her tri umph, but l^ore It with remarkable modesty. , CHAPTER IV Uncle Jerry, Many times Mrs. Penfledd had specu lated about the identity of the man who had been searching for her—who had even traced her to The Custard Cup and then failed to find her. Sev eral days had passed since Thad’s re port, and she had neard nothing fur ther; neither nad she the slightest clue, except that It must have been someone out of her girlhood, out of the past from which she had sup posed herself cut oft by the severing of all close ties. That past was filled witti-painful memories. — It was not an unmlxed Joy to know that ,a previous acquaintance might be near and that at any Inoment she might be called upon to talk casually of those years which were burled deep In h^r heart. The very sound of her maiden name had stirred lethar gic recollections into renewed life. Into the power of shooting like darts of I agony through the commonplaces of dally routine. Inevitably, since Imagination Is a more vlvl^ artist than reality, she had exaggerated the possibilities of the encounter, anticipating them with a dread which she was far from feeling when that encounter actually oc curred. She even answered the ring of the bell with the serene conviction • that a neighbor was calling. “Good morning,” she called bright^ ly, as she rolled aside the big door, A man stood on the warped board that took the place of front ’steps. He'* was about fifty years old, rugged, weather-beaten, giving the Impression of out-of-doors and hard work, Inces santly combined. He said nothing. Hat in hand, he regarded Mrs. Penfleld with a smile of Inexplicable clgnlflcance, which somehow checked the rest of her usual greeting—the part about com ing right in. Her brown ejres blinked in questlqp. "Am -I supposed to know you?” she inquired at last, “I was hoping you’d guess me,” he returned. In a deep voice that filled the narrow alley. Mrs. Penfleld shook her head. . “Then I’ll tell you,” he said. In evi dent disappointment. “I’m your Uncle Jerry.” “My Uncle JerrjM I didn’t know I had one.” • He laughed. “Wasn’t James Win ston your father?” “Yes.” Her eyes widened. “I’m his youngest brother, John Jer-1 emiah Winston.” Mrs. Penfleld extended her hands. “Come right in. I didn’t know I had a near relative In the world. I’m tickled to death.” Jerry Winston entered, walking slowlj'. As he sat, down, he caught .his hand against his side with a gri mace of pain. “Tr^e fell on me,” he explained presently. “Lumber camp in Oregon! It was my finish for that kind of life, but I was lucky to get off so easy.” They sat In silence for several mo ments, each absorbed In thoughts which the presence of t^ other had roused. It was the first time since his boyhood that Jerry Winston had been face to face- w’lth a member of bis own family. He had cut himself off voluntarily, called by the freer life of the western woods. Mrs. Penfleld had never seen Iilqi before. During her childhood he had been nientloned only at rare Intervals, and then with the reserve that' hld#s all wanderers as behind a curtain of tacit criticism. Jerry Winston cleared his throat. “It’s mighty little I got to tell you ’bout myself,’’ he began. “Lor’, It makes me lonesome to' think of the life Pve had to give up. Seems like I can smell the woods In my dreams. I could smell ’em when 1 was a young ster, and finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. That’s why I ran away. But that wasn’t why I didn’t keep In touch,” he added quickly. “No, sir, that was ’cause the family didn’t for give me for not staying home and going Into the store, as they’d planned. So naturally I—’’ He finished the sentence with a wave of his hand. “And now you’re living near here?” He hesitated. “Yes, a few blocks ovef,” he replied vaguely. “I don’t know whether I shall hang ’round or not. Depends!” . f Her fine eyes grew deep with sym pathy. “Do you mean you can’t find anything to—to do?” “I’m trying out one or two things,” he answered shortly. This time the evasion was unmis takable. Mrs. Penfleld was sorry she had pressed the matter. “I do hope you’ll ^tay,”" shfe said. “It has been lonely. Th^e ain’t nobody left— nobody." } He looked, at her k^nly, pityingly. “Nobody?” She shook her head. • “Neither of my family nor— I had a few years of happiness, and then—” She broke off, her lip quivering. “Say, Car’llne, that’s tough,” he put in awkwardly. “Looks like your •old uncle’might as much as dropped you a line, but I guess he wasn’t realiz ing— IVhat’s that? Somebody com- ftig?” ’ “Yes.” She breathed mpre easily. A complaining tenant would be a re lief from the tension of \ painful n^lBc’ence, , ... „ ^0, 1 amt come In. IIRl PA fleld.” It was Gnssle Bosley, in the smartest of hats, carrying smart est of bags, drawing on the freshest of gloves ns she talked. “Fm going downtown.” "You always are,” commented Mrs. Penfleld, laughing. “Yeh, I gad a lot.” Mrs. Bosley smiled good-naturedly. "Fve left a card on my door, telling anybody that calls to come here.” "All rlglrt.” “And If anybody does 'come, will you please say I’ve gone to Sacra mento and won’t be back for a coupla days?” Mrs. Penfleld’s eyes grew wide. “Sure I will,” she said slowly, “If you’ll do your part.” “My part! What do you mean?” “I mean if you’ll go to Sacramento.” “Ain’t you smart?” snapped Mrs. Bosley. “I ain’t asking you to do a crime. Ain’t no harm In your saving me a little bother.” , “Ain’t no bother saved by doing a little harm, either,” retorted Mrs. Penfleld pleasantly. “I’m always glad to help out, but I can’t go so far’s that. I’m sorry.” “■Yery well.” Gussie tossed her head angrily. “All I got to say, is, you’ll trip , over something bigger, holding your head so ^tlff.” She turned with a wrathful flourish and clicked off, her' high heels pounding out echoes from the sides of the narrow alley. “Some little lady I” comment*ed Jerry Winston, with a laugh. “Hot and pep pery like a Spanish sauce!” His face straightened; his merry eyes grew keen and cold. “You don’t like Mrs. Bosley, do you?*'- * She stared at him. “How did yon know who ’twas?” He shrugged. “Oh, I’^e met hec husband. Saw ’em together once.” “Where r’ “ ‘Downtown.’ ” he mimicked. “Not In Sacramento.” ACL FOOLS’ DAY ?art of Folklore of Almost Every ^ Country. Whils Some Mystery Enshrouds Its Origin, One Theory Has Been Defi nitely Abandoned. Although it has largely degenerated Into a nuisance, tlie observance of All Fools’ day is ri-ally one of the most Interesting relics of oiU-tiiue folklore. That Is partly because of Its antiquity, partly because of its widespread prac tice, but perbaiis most of all because of the v^ystery which enshrouds its origin, ^hrlstmas, Easter, St. Valen tine’s dayuntTother festivals are with entire assurance traced' to their sources, but antiquarians have puz zled and searched In vain, for an ex planation of All Fools’ day. The irreverent and ridiculous theory that It relates to the trial of Jesus Christ, though once widely held, may be dismissed. That It was associated with the ancient celebration of the new year, beginning on March 25 and end ing on April 1, seems plausible. So, but for one thing, might It seem plaus ible that, as some have said, It arose, when, in 1564, Charles IX’ of France ordered the reformed calendar adopted, changing New Year’s day from March 25 to January 1; wherefore New Year’s gifts were then given on Janu ary 1 instead of at the cnlralnation of the old festival on April 1, and sham and mock gifts were given as a joke to those who wanted to stick to the old calendar. The fatal flaw In that theory Is that in other countries, notably In India, April 1 was a feast of fools long before the change of calendar, and continued to be so ob served In some where there was no change of calendar. It Is Interesting to note that the methods of observance , and the names applied to victims' of jokes vary la different lands. In America and England tjie aim Is to delude the victim with a false story or state ment, or with a bogus gift, and the victim Is called an April fool. In Scotland the legend of ChVlst’ trial led to the day being observed by send ing the victim from person to person and from town to town on an idle errand, and the victim is called a gowk or cuckoo. .In France, for some, obscure reason, the 'victim, of a delusive story or sham gift Is called an April fish. In India the method of trickery Is similar to that in Scot land, and as It is there of older date than the Christian era, that fact would seem sufficiently to dispose of the legend connecting it with Christ’s trial. WrHar Admits Attraction of tho Night,’ As She Gallops “Down the Milky Way.” Far beyond the pale blue sky, be yond the horizon where the setting sua blazes high, my fancy wanders into thoughts trailing like a comet tbro'jgh the ether. i Once again I am a child «nd play, carefree and Innrxjent. I touch the .stars, I probe for the seventh of Pleia des. They do not fall, only blink and blink away with dawn. I gallop down the milky way like a Crotonian steeil and shy at Venus, writes Clara Frazee in the Los Angeles Times. Oh, bow I love the night, the still, still night, when the moon plays with me. When she smiles at ’aie, I watch her move slowly behind the clouds piled and clustered like herded sheep on a distant green slope. —( She looks down on me hypnotically and seems to say: ‘You thought I was ‘green cheese’ ”; I gaze vaguel.v, and she continues: ‘Foolish, foolish, I am not ‘green cheese,’ I am the ‘ball of love,’ lighting t*e way and inspiring romance from above. When all is dark and still, and love seems sad, I hide behind the knotted gray and white. Sometimes, I too, feel pale and stealthily glide through the day and follow the golden rays. | love the sun, I want to be near him ; he makes me weary and dim and at night hides. So, boldly I defy him and call on my friends, the stars. Time Is short, day breaks fast, and I must rest, so we dance and twinkle and blink and flirt with mortals below. “Ah, child, you are w’eeping and sad. I know, you are waiting for his re turn and I have touched the romantic cord, unused. “There, there, do not wall, trot on to thy bed, I am not 'green cheese.’ As the ‘ball of love’ let me bounce through and plunder your dreams.’,^ I am no longer a child; sad eyes, sad soul, sad fingers, reach but for the realms of Morpheus. It Was Gussie Bosley in the Smartest of Hats. She did not return his banter. Her brows twisted. “Of all the people 1% The Custard Cup—” she began ab sently. “I’ll bet you’re worrying 'bout my tendencies,” he laughed. “That’s what it is to get near a relative. Wliy, bless your soul, that feller’s harm less;” “Oh, j’es, of course.” 'she replied, recovering herself. “I ain’t criticizing, I was only surprised.” Thad strolled In from the kitchen. “By George!” cried Jerry Winston. “So that little shaver belongs to you, does he? I didn’t know you had any youngsters.” “I have two—three—by adoption.” “Queer you ain’t sure of the num ber,” he commented slyly. “One of them Is brand-new,” she smiled- *“I haven’t bad her but a day. Thad, dear, this Is your Uncle Jerry. Ain’t that nice?” While they were getting acquainted, Mrs. Penfleld went Into the kitchen. “We’ll have lunch pretty soon,” she called back. “I’ve got some combreaa warming In the oven, and I’m making dried-beef grqyy. I've been saving a jar of strawberries hoping we’d^have company, and now ,I can open It for one of my Very own family. Ain’t It wonderful?” • Mrs. Penfleld circled around by the front door. “It’s time for Crink,” she said, looking out Into the driveway. “Good morning, Lorene. Ev’rything going smooth?;/ Lorene Percy paused on her way past Number^47. She was a pretty girl with deep violet eyes, small fea tures, and masses of' sunny brown hair. She had an excellent business positloi^ besides singing in a choir, and she was frankly, a favorite with Mrs. Penfleld. “No, not everything,” smiled the girl. “Dick Chase and I have been Invited on ■ a lovely trip to Mount Diablo, and he can’t—he won’t—go.” ‘‘Why, that’s too bad, Loreae. I wish you could go.” “I can tea Lottie's going to be a comfort, Car'line. I'd stake my life she’s got some go in her.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) * —; a— ‘ Education Is really the (irt of ex tractlng the best use out ot life. Pulling Mr. Spider’s Leg. The domestic spider has domestic difficulties. For example, his wife will not always let him eat In peace; she must pull his leg. And why? Merely because he has a fly and won’t share it! Mr. William M. Savin, writing In Natural History, gives this rather amusing account of Mr. and Mrs. Spider at home. One summer’s day at nightfall I found a male domestic spider on the web of a female and placed a fly close •to them. Both rushed for It, but as the male happened to be the nearer he swathed It and proceeded to devour- It. The female seemed to be greatly annoyed and pulled at his hind legs for some 15 minutes while he fought her off as best he could without turn ing to face her, feasting as he fought. She then resigned and returned to her former position several inches from him. Wtien I placed another fly In the web the female promptly ran to It and swathed it. She again .returned to her original position, dragging the fly behind her, but 1? doing so she took an indirect route abd, passing the male, gave his hind legs several ad ditional yanks apparently to'apprise him of her good fortune In also se curing prey—an act that might also be Interpreted to be the woman’s “last word.”—Youth’s Companion. One Look and They Buy. It Is the firm belief of one depart-' ment manager In a Detroit store that men and women differ radically In their manner of making purchases. “A man,” says he, “is more of a window shopper. He sees something In the- wlndow that he wants and goes Into the store and buys. If he Is In need of something—shirt, suit, ties, etc.— he may go around for a week before he sees it, in a window. Then he gets It. A woman is more likely to enter the store and ‘shop around,’ as they call it. I should say that In knowing wbnt they want, and actually select ing it, men are considerably more direct than the women.” — Detroit News. ^ Finally Convinced Her. I was keeping company with a young man who lived out of town and mother often invited him over for Sunday din ner. When it came time for the seC; ond helping he always refused. I knew he did this more for manner’s sake and that down In his heart he really cared for more, so I always Insisted on his eating more. One day mother wasn’t feeling well, so she refused to eat din ner and that left us to eat alone. ’ When I insisted on nls having an other piece of meat, he looked up at me and said, “I wish I could always have a girl like you to look out for me." I laughed and took it In a joking way, but before the day was over he •convinced me that he meant It, and made me promise that I would take the respohslbillty.—Exchange. Remarkable! .4 pension examiner In Washington •,vas one day examining witnesses. To one strapping son of Erin he put the question: “Timothy McGowan, do you swear that .vou know the applicant, Dennis O’Brien, who has made application for an Increase of pension?” * “You may j«’ell say that I do,” re joined Timothy. “Mo an’ him were both shot in the same leg at Antle- tam.” Learning to Think. Senator LaFollette said at a din ner In Milwaukee: “The American people are learning to think. They don’t swallow hifa- lutin catch phrases and tags the way they used to. “They used to remind me sometimes of the sailors frpra a Certain warship who once visited the theater. The sailors sat In the gallery en masse, and ' in the course of the play a fight arose among them, and one poor fellow fell from the gallery down Into the audi ence below. “The excitement was terrific, of course. - “ ‘Man overboard!’ a hoaree voice sang out. ‘Man overboard!" . V’At these words a second sailor without a moment’s hesitation dived after his unfortunate comrade.” WMGLEYS Th* Grmt Amiricam Dwtttwnat provides pleasaat mtfkm for yoar teeth, penetratlhg the crevfecs sod elcanstoc them, Theo, too. It iflds diaestlon. Use WBIGLEY'S after, every meal —see how asoeh hotter yoa will feel. Breeding Habits of Whales. In the upper portion of the head the sperm whale has an immense oil tank In which the valuable “sperma ceti” is found in a liquid condition, and from which it may be dlppe^ with a bucket when an incision has been made. From a sperm whale 60 feet In length, which was sent to the Ameri- eaif Museum of Natural History from Japan, 20 barrels of spermaceti were taken out of the “case” and the sur rounding fat. The oil congeals as soon as it Is cooled by the air. The sperm whale is the animal which yields ambergris, the valuable substance used so extensively in the manufacture dt! the best perfumes. Ambergris Is only found in “sick” whales—that Is, Its presence is not normal, but is caused by a patho logical condition of the Intestines. The finback, closel)? related to the blue whale, has been called the “grey hound of the se:^,” for Its long, slender boc^v Is built on the lines of a racing yacht, and the animal can equal the, speed of the fastest steamship. Little Is known about the breeding habits of whales, except that young of whales are born alive, and are suckled and vigorously defended by the mother, as In the case of land animals. ou'Need HANCOCK SUIPMR COHPCLUND Physidaat wm that saMnir boacof the mod cSactlve blood rurifim koowB. , For pimptez, bbde-headz, freddez, bletehtz, aiidtaii.azwenazfor more iateaz (>ce. icalp and body cniptkHiz, hivez, rcpcma. etc., aze thlzzdcatific compound oitzoMiiir. Azaio- tioo. It zoothez and healz; taken iatarnaBy It g«tz at the root of the trooble. For over 2S yearz Hancock Solphor Com pound has ghrea zaHztaction. 60e and $1^0 th* bottle. at your drugglzt'z. If he can’t supply yoa hiz name and the price in ztaa ind we will send you a bottle dtrect. HANCOCK UgUID SULPHUK COMPANY Oaltimare. UA. BMnctii Cirn/iimrf Oint- g wignt^^JOt *mj6oc—ftr tut uitM tkt * Li^tdJ Ctnttund, m Vaseline Beg US PktOC CARBOLATED PETROLEUM JELLY No skin break too small for notice. Be very wary of cuts, scratches and skin abrasions, no matter how slight. “Vaseline” Carbol- ated Petroleum Jelly—applied at once—lessens the possibility of infection. It comes in bottles— I at all druggists and general stores. CHESEBROUGH MFG. COMPANY (Coasolidited) State St. Nevr'York Exiery ** Vaseline ** product is reepm men^d everywhere heca%tse of its Uue purity and effectiveness* TOO LATE Death only a matter of short tiine, Don’t wait until pains and aches become incurable diseases. Avoid painful consequences by taking LATHROP*S HAARLEM OIL The world’s standard remedy for kidney, liver, Uadder and uric add troublea-Hdie National Remedyctf Holland since 1696. Guaranteed. Three sizes, all druggista. Look for tho nomo Gold Modal oa owp box and accopt no imitation THICK, SWOLLEN GLANDS that make a horse Whecxe, Roar, have Thick Wtad or Chaka-daim can b« rzducad with 4ABS also other Bunches or Swell ings. No Uk^, BO hair gene, and horse kept at work. Economical—only a jsw drops required at an application. $2.50 per bottle delivered. Book S A free. W. F. Tsog. he.. 310 Tcoph SL. Jkm. GREE^MOUNTAIN ASTH Has a Full Supply. Hub—Bo you’ve been to a teacher" of physical, colture. Well, what did he tell you? '* Wife—The first thing he told me was to keep my chin up. Hub—Huh! I hadn’t noticed any falling off In that line.—Boston Tnui' script. Where the Apples Go To. The question, “Where do all the apples go to?” is answered In part by the export flares which show that in the last three months of 1922 we sent 705,801 barrels to Great Britain, as compared with 387,372 barrels In the corresponding period ofA921. Most of these, however—430,932 barrels—were ' from the Far West, while the remain der were produced chiefly In ■ New y^. Virginia,.and Maine. We would not feel aggrieved over the export ^of the Far Western fruit If our Eastern orchardlsts raised more. What has become of the Baldwins, Russets and Gllllflowers of New England that (ised to delight us every fall and wlnte Providence Journal. MA stdrugglata. COMPOUND qolokly nUzvcb Um dlstnar lug paroxysms. Ussd foe 55 years and rsanlt of loag ezpsrtsoos la tesatassat n throat and luag dlsszkssa hg Dr. J. R. OuUd. Yru TRUX BOX, TroaUatoa Asthma, tta caosss, troatmsnt, etc., seat upon rsqusot. S5c. aad tUt J. B. GUILD CO., BUPBBT.XT. 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