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HOKE COUNTY JOURNAL. RAEFOUD. N. C. .-ii . ■ - / *»^ I » V. , .^V,.v >- > ■* \ -/ '^ w ^ r/// r f: /y COPYRIGHT DODD. MEAD AND V'^^. Helen R/Martin CHAPTER VI—Continued ^it>— “It’s worth a moment of the keen est happiness mortals can know! l>i- Tine liappiness! Isn’t that enough?” “‘Divine’? I thought that there Srord meant soraepin else—I tliought tt belonged to .Testis—” "A diviue moment, Meely, ijucli as few ever know In the stereotyped marriage relation, my girl, believe me!” ‘‘It ain’t that I o.vpec’ you to marry me, Mr. Creighton—I know I can't rise to that, r.ut if I can’t rise to that, I can’t fall to nothin’ else between you and me, neither!” The earnestness of her resistance was beginning to alarm him. Surely she did not mean all she was saying! She only wanted to be coaxed, per- snaded. Surely it only needed a little patience on his part to bring her to the yielding point? But patience was a thing lie was so unused to exercis ing that it taxed his nerves and his temper aimost more—tJwn he could- bear. The little hussy must be very ’ fexp'erleiiced, she knew so well how to enhance her own value and stimulate his desire by her stand-offishness! “Think, Meely, how stupid it Is not to seize every chance that comes our way (few enough they are!) for hap piness ! Look at all the colorless years ahead of you, and don’t miss this one ineffable hour!—such as will never be offered you once you’re married!” “Will your marriage hold you from any more such hours?” “That’s neither here nor tliere—my marriage, Meely, is quite ‘another af fair—” “Meaniu' It ain’t none of my affairs? "Well, but it’s the affair of your wife, anyhow, whether you have any such grand hours—” “Sly dear, we won’t discuss my pos sible wife!” “I’d feel awful sorry,” said Meely, slowly shaking her head, “for your wife, Mr. Creighton.” Re laughed uneasily. “Judging by the way I'm pursued by marriageable girls, Meely, your view of me as a husband can’t possibly be the one gen erally held by many ladies of high degree! You don’t know your luck, my girl!” “Yes, well, but them ‘ladies of high degree’ run after you to marry you. You ain’t astin’ me to marry you.” ‘‘I’m offering you a love such as I shall probably never feel for the girf I marry! Oh, Meely!” He reached for her hand, hut she drew it away. "Meely! You’ll lose me, you know, If you keep this up! Y'ou can't keep me dangUng forever, you know!” The words, "keep me dangling,” startled his own ears, so ridiculous was tlie Idea of a girl such ns Meely keeping him “dangling”! “If you do lose me, you’ll only have yourself to thank!” “What would I be lo.sin’ in losin’ you?” she asked as one humbly seek ing information. “You’d be losing happiness, wouldn’t you, my dear?” “Happiness! Would I koc'p happi- ness-^and you—Viy doing what you want? It's put out that you’re going to marry your cousin—a grand laily v.lih such a title or what. After you’ve got her. where would I conic in?” All, tliought St. Croix, light dawn ing on liis troubled mind, so it was that that was holding lier hack!—slio liad liearJ of his betrothal and was Jealous! ‘I give you my word, Meely, that I iiiii iiol—as yet—bngngcMl.” “I heard you was,” slie repeated stubiiornly. “Wliat would that cousin iliink of you if she knowed—ahout lue';” “’I’liat need not worry you!" “Oh, needn't it!” “Wily .should it? I Iiave not seen thi.s cou.sin since we were lioth chil dren—and I ’am not—definitely—be trothed to her,” “But you’re plannin’ to be.” "Well, surely, niy dear girl. It will hurt you far less if I marry some one I don't love—some one I don't really know—a person I’ve not seen since she was a homely little bow-legged kid!” “‘Bow-legged’!” exclaimed Meely Indignantly. “Yes, and pigeon-toed and towhead ed and freckle-faced ! Y’da’ll not be hurt by my marriage,” he exclaimed fervently, "you beautiful tiling!" “Yes, well, but liow about liurtin’ her! When you even love another one!” “.Slie'll be doing the same thing, probably!” lie defended liim.self. “It’s purely a family arrangement,” he .an- ewered, frowning Impatiently at being forced into a discussion of his per- *onal affairs; to his peculiar ideas of Dtne.ss it was a desecration to even «o much as name his cousin—Ills fu ture wife, no doubt—to a girl like Meely ScTiwenckton. “Are you so sure she'll ke willin’ to marry you wlihout lo\1n’ you anri without j’our lovin' her?” Meely asked wonderingly. Kothlog could been more din- | tasteful to him than answering such a question; dwelling at such length on this unseemly topic. But if to win her over he must pay that price, then pay It he would. “Loos I'ere, Meely, perhaps I owe It to you to e.xplain the situation to you. Lady Sylvia St. Croix will marry me because her family needs money— their estate, since tlie war, is gone to punk and my father will restore It and supply the Income to keep it up.' I will marry her because I shall enjoy the prestige in England which the marriage will give to me—and my chil dren. So yop see how entirely out side of my marriage will be my re lation with you—how little it can af fect it—” “Well!” Meely severely pronounced judgment. “I may not be such a high aristocrat, but I’d be above such a low-down wicked marriage like that! There’s better things to marry for and live for than savin’ an old estate!” “Oh, come, my dear, you’ve no least cause for j.ealQUsy_of juy cou.sin, T—” gaze when he was about to get Into his car, parked near the schoolhouse, di^ not decrease his mental confusion, nor serve to soothe his rasped nerves and outraged vanity. Marvin Creighton, approaching Wil liam Penn schoolhouse at half-past five that afternoon, on bis way to his temporary home at Absalom Puntz’ cottagb, noticed on the road far ahead of him a slim girlish figure in a long loose coat, hurryifag along the high way. Though the daylight was fading, her carriage of herself and the set of her clothing were so conspicuously dif ferent from that of any country girl one was apt to meet alone on the road at this hour that even in this dimness that hurrying figure was sharply Im pressive. Curiosity made him quicken his WHEN ROBERT WAS TWENTY-ONE | ^•«*o***o***o***o**"00**'0^***o**"0*^*o**'0***i^ ((^ by D. J. Walsh.) Hen the wealthy building contractor, Alexander Ward, was killed in an automobile accident, and then, when his widow, pne short'month after the fu neral, married Silas Bartlett, the res idents of Shipleyville were astounded. A report gained currency that Silas had been her first love, that she had jilted him. in a moment of pique and I married Ware, and^ had always re pace U catch up with her. But be- i gretted It. This explained but did not I excuse fore ae had overtaken her, she had grouse her shameful precipitancy arrived at William Penn schoolhouse, neighbors conceded, however, that where, to his surprise, she stopped wm-e’s sixteen-year-old son had ac- and went in. | quired a kind and gentle stepfather. Then It was, as he had half suspect- jp Robert, had been less ed, half hoped, a little dreaded. Miss stoic he might have disillusioned Schwenckton! ^ i them. Bartlett, the stepfather, soft few yards before he reached the gppj.gj, suave in public, became school he came upon a roadster. he had not returned. At seven Snas telephoned* the garage and was In formed that Robert and Hfnchey were out on a repair job. At eight guests were arriving; nine o’clock came, t.ien ten, and tlie hero ofr the affair was still abseht. Then young Ben Lothian, excited and breathless, burtt in upon the merrymakers. “A surprise party—I’ll say there Is, he exploded. ‘‘Bob’s married. To tliat little jane in the bakery, jp jg quicirij absorbed and you can Billow tied the knot. They’re havdng it in often and expect result® Meely sprang up to elude his move ment to seize her again in his arms. parked along the road, which he rec ognized as his brother’s. The idea stabbed him that this attractive young teacher and St. Croix might be having a rendezvous In the school! Was St. Croix in there with her now? He was such a philanderer—sometimes so un scrupulous—the girl ought to be put on her guard. “But darned If I want to be the one to warn her! And if ever a girl seemed capable of looking out for her self, she’s it!” In a minute he was at the school- house door. It was slightly ajar; he pushed it open a bit wider and, not entering, glanced in. The sight that met his eye made him draw back pre cipitately— Miss Schwenckton, her back toward the door, was standing on her platform disrobing! She had already taken off her coat and frock, her white shoulders bared— There was no one else in the school room, yet— Marvin stumbled back a pace from the door. But though the tliought that pierced him made him call him- j tice to move; and Im.jgoing to fear to Robert in the home a monster of i unceasing petty tyranny; and, curi ously, the wife made no effort to pro tect her son from Bartlett’s calculated persecutions. One summer afternoon Bartlett called Robert into the li brary. “I’ve lieard you talking about go ing to college,” Bartlett began, with brutal abruptness. “Well, put it out of your head. Y’ou can’t afford it. I’ve tried you in my office—and you’re no earthly good. Your father was a car penter; maybe you’ll take to tools. I’ve got you a Job in Allen Hinchey’s garage. And get to bed early, for you start in the morning. I’our work will keep .you out of mischief and away Yrom Tbat-panper-next-deepr’^ “What did little Irene ever do to you?” cried the oruslied boy, goaded at last to angry speech by the unmer ited slur. “No temper, young man,” warned Bartlett. “Now I’ll tell you this, and yon can inform your friend and her mother. I’m going to give them no- K - Before He Could Lay a Finger on Her to Stop Her, She Had Turned and Fled. “It’s time I got home—Pop will be missin’ me.” He sprang up too—his face almost purple with tlie strain of his self- restraint—but the look In her eyes halted him. One step toward her, her eyes said to him, and she would shriek to arouse tlie countryside. “Jleel.v,” lie exclaimed huskily, “wliat do you mean? Wliy, if you don’t love me, liave you led me on all these weeks? '\y'liy have you come here to meet me? Why? Toll me tliat—why?” “To find out," slie ansv.-erecl in an even tone, “what sort of a Bian you are. And,” she added with a smile that pitied him, “I have found out!” Before lie could lay a finger on her to stop lier, she had turned and fled. By the lime he had recovered from the liowililoring shock of her words, her tone, she was far down the hill— too far for him to overtake her—even If ho had not realized, to his stunned aniazeiiieiit, the ab.solute uselessness of overtaldng her. Tliiit he had heen repudiated hy this girl wlio for nearly three months Itad let him treat her contonipluously', had suhiiiitted to his bullying. Ids rude ness, his irritaliility, had accepted and returned his lavish caresses! AH the way down tlie hill and along the high way toward the spot near the school- house, where today he had parked his car, he stared incredulously at the amazing fact. But a scene that met his bewildered self “a cad,” yet as he stood there wondering whether he should knock, he felt cold all over; and even while he hesitated. In what seemed to him an incredibly short time, she suddenly appeared before him In the doorway clad In a Jacket suit and a jaunty sports hat! He was so taken aback, so utterly confused, that he could not move or speak, but stood as stock still as the wooden posts of the school porch. At sight of a man standing motion less at her door in the gathering gloom, she cried out in alarm—which brought him to himself. “Don’t be frightened! It’s onljr— your superintendent!” Slie gave a little gasp of relief. “Only! And of wliom, pray, should I be more frightened?—though the Fchoolroom being empty just now, ol course you can't bully me into teach ing geography for your entertainmenf —my good luck !” “Going home now?” "Yes.” “Then”—he took from her hand the big door-key and the books she had in her arms—“may I walk with you?” When he had locked tlie school door, he glanced up the road to the waiting car. Its lights had been turned on, illuminating the road over a wide area, and he saw that his brotlier, standing in front of his car, was wit nessing his coming out of tlie school- house with Miss Schwenckton. She, he observedi was viewing with a frank surprise the lighted car and its owner a few rods away. That look of sur prise seemed so genuine, it was hard to believe tliat his own unexpected arrival at the school liad foiled a meeting between these two. And yet it would be so like St. Croix to seek a furl ive love affair with a charming girl like Ml.ss Schwenckton wlien he'd die before he would opeuly as.sociate with anyone of a class outside his own!—like a parvenu uncertain of his po.sition/ ralhcr th.an like a man born to a .secure place in the sun! But tliat a girl of Jli.ss Schwenckton’s spirit should accept such cowardly at tentions .seemed incredible. And this mystery of her changing her clothing in the schonlroom !— As they turned their backs on the car and wont on their way, neither of tlieni referred to it—tliough Meely was so absorbed in wondering whetlier St. Croix had recognized her that her sense of Marvin’s interesting compan ionship was less keen than It would otherwise have been. “Does your work always detain you so late as this at your school?” he asked with subtle guile. She didn’t know he had seen her coming along the highway! tTO BE CONTINUED.) Brother of Tecumseh Neglected by History Elkswatawa, younger brother of Tecumseh, was largely responsible for tlie part that great Indian warrior and statesman played in organizing a federation of tlie red men to op pose tlie encroachments of the wliites. In 1805 Elkswatawa proclaimed him self a religious leader and began to arou.se Hie tribes of Indiana, Olilo and Illinois, to tlie great disturbance of tlie settlers. His doctrines were not primarily revolutionary, but temper ance and total abstinence were tenets, together witli reverence for old ag« and syuipatiiy for the infirm. • He also urged his people to resist intermar riage and to preserve their own cus toms and costumes. This being in line with what all Indians hgd held as ideal previous to Caucasian Invasion, his preaching caused much excitement among tlie tribes and fear among the whites. It was the response of the Indians to his brother’s pleading that started Tecumseh on his mission in tie cause of federation which took him to the Clierokeos and the other more civilized tribes of the South, In tire course of which he covered many thousand miles. Work for Evil Misunderstanding and Inattention create more uneasiness. in the world than deception and artifice, or, at least, tlieir consequences are noiii universal.—Goeth*^ down their shack and put up a bunga low. That’s all.” Robert turned away, bitter but hopeless. The Widow Sanderson, a weak and delicate woman, who worked in Mrs. Yogelsang’s bakery, and her nine-year-old daughter, Irene, occupied a small rented cottage on the grounds. Irene Sanderson, a beau tiful elflike little creature, was the only friend Robert had left; and now she was to he sent away from him. Two night.s after Robert’s one-sided interview with his stepfather, Irene Sanderson saw her mother ascendini’ the front stairs, with especial diffi culty and ran to help her. When the mother began to talk of colored lights and golden angels, and then, when she tried to cough, and flecks of bIo6d ap peared on her lips, Irene became ter rifled. She dashed out of the house and across the street, to summon old Doctor Godfree. “Dying on her feet,” the kind old doctor later told some neighbors who had gathered. “Last stages of pneu monia. She'll hardly last the night.” And the doctor was right; in the morning Mrs. Sanderson was dead. Fate now grudgingly bestowed one kindness on the two troubled young sters. Robert and Irene, Irene was taken into the home of kind-hearted Mrs. Vogelsang, and the Vogelsang home and bakery was located on Main street exactly opposite Iliuchey’s gar age, where Robert was employed. Rob ert and Irene were enabled to meet and converse daily. One day when business was slack. Robert had spent an hour in the store with Irene. He came hack wearing a long face, and his employer, Allen Ilinehey, .joked him ahout his love- making. Good-natured Robert, for once, did not respond to Hinchey’s humor; instead, he suddenly became desperately frank and unburdened his mind of Hie whole story of his perse cution. “So ho!” exclaimed the amazed Ilinehey, at the end. “I always thought that angel of a Silas Bartlett was too good- to he true. .\nd he was in here last niglit asking me to raise your pay —and every cent of it goes into his pocket, oh?” He paused, thought fully. “You’re eighteen now, Robert, and I’m paying you fifteen a week. Candidly, you’re worth thirty, and you'll soon 1)0 vvortii fifty., But, seeing how the land lies. I’ll not raise your pay. In stead, I'll make a bargain.” He pointed through the groat open rear door of the garage, to a cottage facing on the next street. “I took that property for a debt." he explained. “It’s falling apart from neglect. If you spend a few minutes a day on it, painting and patching, you can turn it Into a palace in three years. You’ll be twenty-one then, and I’ll make you a gift of the house. And I’m getting along In years, Robert. V/lien you’re twenty-one I’ll need a partner.” He held out his hand. “Is It a go?” Robert was too overcome for speech. Tears welled in his eyeis. He'could only reach for the hand and grasp It warmly. “And now,” said Hinchey, “don’t tell a- soul except the little girl. And warn her to keep it under her curly yellow wig.” Life took on a different coloring at once for Robert and Irene. At length came the day when Robert wSS twen ty-one. And Silas Bartlett and his wife re membered this fateful date. To show their parental interest in tlie boy se cretly they planned a “coining of age” celebration—a surprise party. Hobert went to work as usual that morning, but at 6:30 In the evening supper now, in the new home and they wouldn’t invite me in. ’ The party was at an end. A raging mother and stepfather hurried to their automobile. With Ben Lothian to di* rect tliem and followed by all then late guests In crowded cars they race toward the little love nest. Robert Ware, very handsome, and his extremely pretty bride, along with Judge Billow and Allen Hinchey, were just finishing the meal that Mrs. Vo gelsang had served. The door was flung wide and a furious woman with her husband he’nind her, pushed into the room and faced her s’vn. “You ingrate!” she shrieked, in hys terical madness. ‘‘I had my house filled with guests in your honor, but you've made a mockery of iny kind ness! You’ll never darken my door again. And you’ll never get a penny of my money. Your calculating pau per wife will’ have to be satisfield with a pauper husband.” Silas Bartlett stepped forward, to add his -denunciation, but Judge Bil low waved a large silencing hand, and then rose to his feet slowly and im pressively. “You need not speak now, Silas,” he said. “And when I finish, you won’t want to. Ten years ago, Alexander Ware came to me and I drew his will The information has only come to me ] tfmi-giit-thnt that will has never been probated. But, no matter. A signed cop.v is in my office safe. That wil! leaves the bulk of his estate to his son. And I have learned that this bey. heir to $100,000, was put to menia; work and denied the college education he craved.” “Mother—mother,” asked the horil fied son, in unbelief, \can this be true?” ■ ^ But -the ciiagrined, ashen-faceO woman could not speak, and Silas Bartlett, exposed in his' perfidy, did not dare. “Robert, I have not finished,” re proved .Judge Billow mildly. “Ware’s first wife had died shortly after the birth of her son. That may account for many things, Robert." the judgi concluded, gravely nodding his head. “Mrs. Bartlett is not your mother.” A tense silence prevailed as .Judge Billow resumed his seat. Robert was speechless and saddened. With the thought of consoling him Irene had come to his side. But her own face clouded. “Oh, Robert,” she asked him in a troubled little voice, “do you think it will make any difference? You are so rich.” He put his arm lovingly ahout the dainty girlish form of his bride, and bending down, kissed her, for all to sec. “You hot I’m rich.”' he told her. "1 was rich before I heard of the money. Because I had you. dear.” Bodies of Prehistoric Race Long Preserved Mummies of Atnerica’s oldest in habitants have heen dissected by Gale E. Wilson, anatomist of the Harvard Medical school. The mutiimies belong to the basket maker Indians, who lived in the South west before the time of Christ, 3,000 B. C., or possibly much earlier, Mr Wilson states,: in reporting his invest! gations to tlie American Naturalist Tlie bodies, which were found in Ari zona, are at least as old as most ol the early Egyptian mummies, the an atomi.st states. Repented tests have failed to reveal traces of blood in Egyptian mummies but in tlie American specimens were found red blood cells, shrunken and dried, l)ut perfectly preserved. . An immense rpiaritity of fine soot and sand was found throughout the lung material of the Indians. Tills is attributed to their breathing the drv and dusty atmosphere of the region where they lived. It indicates tliiii these prehistoric people suffered froir the same lung disotises, silicosis, that afl’cets miners toda.v. Unlike the Egyptian mummies which wefe prepared by elaborate processes, these bodies were not em balmed at all. They were simply buried and their preservation is due to the unusual drying .qualities of hot sand and warm, dry climate. First to Weigh Earth * Nevil Maskelyne, an Englishman who died in 1811, discovered how to weiglit tlie earth, which he achieved by watching, through a telescope, a plumbline hung down the side of a precipitous Scottish mountain And the weight Is, to within a pound or two, 6,000,000,000,000,000,0()0,000 tons. It was he who first set on foot the Nautical Almanack, one of the great' est aids to mariners since the Chinese emperor Hwang-ti, In 2034 B. C., In vented the compn$s. Other End Bites A neighbor’s cat came into the house and mother told Gloria to catch it and put It out. Aft'er a chase around the house the five-year-old daughter was carrying the cat to the door by the tail. ‘T would not carry the kitty that way,” admonislied the kind-hearted mother, “But mother, the other end bites,” replied Gloria. ^ ■ Quickly Reliews Rheumatic Pains 12 Days* Free Trial To get relief when pain tortured Joints and muscles' keep you in con- stant rrilsery rub on Joint-Ease. more speedily. 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In forming tlie firemen that the cat evi dently had l)eeii lost by some one In the city, tliey left the cat. Tlie next niorniiig they appeared to claim tlie cat. It developed that tliey had de sired to regi.ster at one of Augusta’.s hotel.® wliere the cat was taboo and that they liad implicit confidence in the kiiidiiess and gullibility of Augi’^- ta’s lire fighter.®. ^ -4 ■*i. Willing to Aid Lawyer—Do I uiiderstiind that you want to divorce your wife? (Client—No, that isn’t it at all; I just want to lielp my father-in-law divorce his. Snappy Comeback Harry—I’m awfully sorry, but I for got all aliout your party last night. Mae—Oh, weren’t you there? /'-vUe, MOTHER! Child's Best Laxative is "California Fig Syrup" iP rm Hurry Mother! A teaspoonful of “California Fig Syrup" now will thor oughly clean the little bowels and in a few hours you liave a well, play ful child again. 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