AT THE MOVIES IN CHERRYVILLE_ ONE DAY ONLY at THE LESTER—May 6th “THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT A SOLDIER” STARTS L. S. SUN. AT THE LESTER BY NITE “THOUSANDS CHEER” STARS BIG ENTERTAINMENT COMING TO LESTER WEDNESDAY MAY 10th \X hitn the- 1 *>t vi'./ K 1 'r.ul\ to (rash society you’ll get ready to m howl m Mi M(*v. ■ ' ( ii.t. ss itii 1 A. M.—Sunday School. [This is Junior bay. Who will come ami act some one else to conic? 1 1 ah) A. M.—Preaching -er ! vice Subject: “The Art of Liv ing- Together." i :o:o P. M. — Training service Tliis coming week is Christian Home Week, observed through out the Nation. Are you helping to make your home Christian, s it) P. M. — Preaching service. "A New Testament Christian." Mid-week services: Monthly teachers meeting at 7:1b ,p. ,M. Prayer service at Ky'iO o’clock. Surely every one who believes in ( hrist is much in prayet these days. Our church is open at all hours. Conte by any time, even alone and pause in Cod's house for prayer. On the Invasion D-Day all are asked to come by any time and pray alone or in a- group. K. S. ELI.IOTT, Pastor NOTICE! LOK SALK—HAMPSHIRE PICS * . C. Dellinger. TE 1-’<>K SALE—Few bushels selec !e. peanuts for planting purposes. r. C. Summer. dt-pd FOR SALE— A Model FORD liies in good comfitkm. Alvin Ringhom. Waco, N. ('. it pd 1-) * R SALE—-Cood fat nr mule See M. M. Heafner. neai Rhyne Houser .Mill, Crouse. Rl. 1. V ( dupd Lor REN 1——2 houses, one 7 room with electric lights, one i rooms. two miles front Flat See Boh Houser, Route 2, Yale \- C lt-pd. Just received car load of Timothy Hay and Spartan Feeds. Call in and get yours now. CITY MARKET Cherryville, N. C. — Phone 3041 TO THE VOTERS OF CHERRYVILLE TOWNSHIP I ant a candidate for Township Constable in the coming Demo cratic primary to be held Satur day, May 27th. I'd like to visit each voter and talk with you in person, hut owing to the gasoline shortage, this will he impossible. 1 want to take this means to ask you to support and vote for me on election dav, I). M. BLACK USE EAGLE ADS I[ \ WITH | iwrwtouAiiAKm m dEMET DOIIP EXTRA SUGAR tor Canning It Available. Apply to Your Ration Board It's your patriotic duty to preserve Ot much of this year's fruit and bat ty crop as you possibly can. Extra aogor for this purpose—20 pounds per person—will be granted on ap~ plication to your local rationing board. New application forms are simplified, and entire transaction can be handled by mail. For best re sults , use— DixieCrystals Pure Cane Suc?ar VICTORY FOR LOVE lu-1 I.lthe as a cat, Odette Hannan came down hand ever hand. CHAPTER III Hr Warner upon meeting the postmuiu otters to deliver two let ters to Mrs. Maturin, owner of the Pole Star House. Use of these letters is front the Bluish Govern meat ordering her to hold herself ready to take care of evacuees, unless she prefers to take care of dependent relatives. Mrs. Matlirin is much upset over these orders, hut dutifully mails an advertise ment tit the London limes dieting accommodations for 4 people in a hotel far from military objec tives." John Wynter reads the ad and desides to go to Pole Stai House. He. tells his chief about it and departs. When the porter at Battle Point station saw Monsieur \ ietor stand ing mi the platform tie felt seri ously uneasy. "1 weesfi to go to Pole Btai ; House," lie said, wishing at the same time that he was dead. An unheated tram! A lunch to make you weep. Kven m war there must he' those who could cook, even on an unheated train. "Pole Star House?" The por-1 ter nodded. “Just a minute, he j said, and turned toward the ticket; agent who was coming nearer. I “Spv," he mouthed. “Wants to! go to Pole St a i House." ••Well, why , shouldn't he? There's a taxi waiting tor him. I ton and Vour spies; you’re like a lot of others, got it on the brain. .Never seen a Preachy be fore.' Pity you didn't go through the last war! Bong jour, Mussi eer," the ticket collector touched Ills peaked cap. "Hoii JOUI, bull jour,” the sad face broke into a very charming -mile. “ Vo us parle?. pi aiicai-? " (You speak l-reiich7 ) "t n per," and theie the coii veisation ended. Monsieur, with a little groan, steadied himself on the hard cuslnoned seat as the taxi screeched its way down the steep hill. Hills, more hills, they scream ed down only one to lurch round a cornet and down another one. A bottomless pit and now the I oar Ot an angry sea. “What an awful evening and now dreadfully cold you must he Safety within the ball with Ins i .-i.iifca-.es beside him, Joan ,\la | t u i in l nought that she bail nevel een any thing -u pathetic in hel life. , ■| feel your house most pleas antly warm, said Monsieui care fully. “crh. I'm sure you can't alter | the heavenly way you warm i your houses in prance, -aid I Joan anxiously. "1 H show you jyour room. Don't bother with lyo.ur luggage, we have a man to do that. “Anus, c'est chaiinant." (But, it is dial initig.) Standing at the threshold of his bedroom Monsi out had been taken utterly by ,-iuprise. The glowing gas lire, the low bed with its blue silk covet let. the little writing table set against the wall. Monsieur just stood there, staring. The curtains were of blue brocade, i drawn closely together. •■Win’ll jnu navi' washed you will eidiie down and have tea, won’t you?” said Joan suddenly feeling incoherent. "Moi i t, Madame,” said Mon-1 sieut simply. In spite of herself, Joan was pleased and excited. To make someone comfortable was tun, especially someone foreign. For eigners iiail the idea that F.nglish people were stiff and standoffish She raved down the hall. "(irace. Monsieur Victor seems to like it. How is dinner getting on? And the tire in the library? “Roth are getting along well mum,” said 11 race reassuringly. "And Milly is shaping well.” “What about my dinner?" said Joan restlessly. ‘‘Perhaps 1 ought to have it with him, as lie’s alone tonight. What do you think?" "I think better to begin as you mean to go on,” suit! (irace sensibly. "In a few days there’ll be three of them and getting on well together, we'll hope.” As soon as Mrs. Manvers Pollock had read Joan Maturin’s letter she decided to go to Battle Point. And While Mrs'. Manvers Poilock was packing, Joan Ma turin was getting Mrs. Manvers Pollock’s room ready. Why was d far worse to have a woman ar riving than a man? Seeking out Monsieur in the library, she put the question to him. "Pardon, Madame?" Monsieur raised his head from the Tele graph. It was odd to see Mon sieur after three days of peace. Although he still looked terribly sad, something had gone from his eyes :—- something that had yiven them a haunted look. “Why is it, I say, that a wom an* is much more bother than a man?” Joan repeated. "It is thees, Madame.” And then Monsieur began rather la boriously to explain. A woman was so complicated, complique— Monsieur made expressive ges tures with his beautifully kept hands, "but if 1 may say so," ne concluded, gazing with his mel ancholy brown eyes and folding his hands in his lap, "1 should say that even the most compliquees of all les femmes les plus com pliquees must be content with the beauty and comfort that she will find here.” “Oh, Monsieur, how nice of you!” An idea was fermenting in Joan’s brain. "Look here," she said excitedly, "Let you and me celebrate our last day ol freedom by having a little jaunt I should love to take you to have tea with a1 great friend of mine, a Xetta Jackson—she writes nov els. Do say you'd like it, and I’ll ring her up and ask her if we may come to tea this afternoon. “MAlS . . And then all that was courteous in Monsieur came to his rescue. A tea party, what more detestable than this faction greutly be>ived by the English. "You’d hate it," said Joan, watching Monsieur’s expressive "Au contradre," said Monsieur gallanlly. And so it was arranged Xetta was delighted. "Are you sure?” "Positive," said N'etta, won dering why she was so exhilira ted. Monsieur, treading caret ullyj about liis bedroom, wondered j what he should wear. All was in order; it was only to choose which suit. Oh, lala. Monsieur 1 had caught sight of a pair of; walking shoes neatly titled on trees. But the laces ... he bent to examine them. Impossible! He must get new ones, but where? | He would ask the estimable, Orace; he could hear her outside in the corridor. “Yes, monseer,” Orace replied very loudly indeed, so that the French gentleman should utl-1 demand better. “You go up the hill and it’s the first shop on the left. He sells bootlaces and does; repairs too.” “Merci; thank you,” said Mon. i sienr with his sad smile. Putting on his coat and hat, he walked j downstairs. “doing out?" Joan, in over, alls, was dusting the hull. "Oui, Madame." When Mon-1 sieur explained why, Joan was! interested. "Because- there’s a mystery about that shoemaker,” she ex plained. "No one knows who he is or where he came from. Some body said he was a prisoner in Oermany in the last war and they taught him to mend shoes, ami lie's done it ever since. He was wounded in the foot, 1 be lieve, and nearly had to have it off because the Hermans didn’t attend to it properly. Anyhow, he limps." V raiment. I will then seethe good man and report on what I find. May I execute any commis sion for you Madame?” said tie, his hat still in his hand. “No, thank you.” Monsieur settled his hat neatly on his head and went out, leaving Joan to wonder what made French peo ple so different from ffnglish. There was a leisured courtesy in their manner, as if social in tercourse was a thing to be stud ied and brought to perfection. The cobbler’s shop was very dark and the sight of him gave Monsieur a shock. He had seen him befotte, somewhere. But where? There was someone else in the shop, so he had time to think. “What can I do for you, sir?” The cobbler was now free to at tend to his new customer. He limped forward from the back of the shop. ‘‘Have you shoelaces?” “Black or brown, sir?” "Black, please. Ah, yes, thank “That will be fourpence, please "Thank you.” After Monsieur had gone, the lame cobbler went into the little sitting room that led out of the shop. Closing the door behind him he kicked the hearthrug back and took a key out of his pocket. From a tiny cupboard he took a notebook. Yes, here it was—he read the few words of description. O. K. he put the book back again. Gosh! There was someone in the shop. Jim Fraser pushed the rug back into place. "Hello, Mr. Frazer.” It was Miss Hannon, looking as pretty i as a picture. Miss Hannan, who,| being bombed out of Loijdon, had come to Battle Point with the remains of her shop. Battle Point had taken her to their hearts, becayise she was so nice and it was such a relief not to have to toil into Ilfracombe for everything you wanted. Just lately she had had the most won derful collection of silk stock ings sent down from London. “How on earth ha\e you got them?” Women asked the qites tion with squeals of excitement. Miss Hannan would only shake her head and look mystei ions. "Hallo, Mr. Frazer.” Odette was standing there looking pro vocative. "What can 1 do for j you. Miss?” "Have you any of those tubes of black shoe cream?" "I think so." The cobbler be gan to rummage. Odette Hannan watched hint. “How you do keep me at j arm's length,” she said pettishly' “I am not of a friendly na ture," said the col bier. "I am a cobbler. Before the last wai I was a tennis coach, 1 leai tied to cobble shoes in a prison camp in liermany.” "Hateful country." said Odette Hannan violently. “1 don’t know. I think we might do better if we tried to learn from them instead of cuts mg them,” said Jim Krazei slow ly as he rummaged in a card board box. “Here you ate miss.”! Suddenly Odette came a little closer. "There’s something mys terious about you." "he- said sddenly. “What is it?" "I don't know!” Jim Fraser hurst out laughing. “Mysterios." he sa'id. “Well, it's the first time I've been called mysterious. Well 1 never!” As Odette Hannan stood (here her face changed. A look of des Iteration seemed to go racing across it. Very queer, thought Jim Fraser Watching her. Was it true, then, what he had long suspected, or wasn’t it? Fortunately one of his chiefs would soon he down to find out for himself. Odette was fingering her handbag. ‘How much is the cream?” “One shilling, please, mbs. Thank you very much. Oh! half a crown. Haven’t you anything “I’ll tret you the change.” Turn, ing, Jim Fraser limped toward hia ' back shop and opened the door to the inner room. “I’ve never seen your sitting room l'o let me." lathe as a eat, Odette had come close up to the door. “Want to see my sitting room, miss? You Halter me. inisss. \V4| here it is." Jim I-laser held F^ door wide. a., " Wive re do you sleep, “(Jetting a hit familiar, area ( you, miss?" impiired Jim Fraser good hnnioredly. “Oh well. I only wondered. A flood of color -wept arms, the beatiful young tare, because it asw beautiful. reflected Jim Fraser, closing the door of Ins sitting room again. He stood there smiling "Kaily closing today?” “Oil, yes, SO il is." • • (; ing to tal-e one of your long walk round to the lie.lit home? Don't you tin'll it a bit rough in 11 is w ea her . "I love the wi d ." “Yes, so do I m reason," Said Jim Fraser. "Hut d'• a hit tough walking again- t it m tin weath “| love 1 he w i1111,' ••Yes. so d I m reason," said Jim Fraser. "I'.m it's a bit tough walking against u this weather.'' ••Yes, I expect it is. Hilt then, you arc lame, aren't yon?” Saul Odette Hannan gently. "How did you get lame?" “Mucked up m a Herman hos pital dll ring file last war. ••Oh . . .' Odette spoke with a ■little gimp. “Mas it awful?” "Pretty gha-tK “As Imd a- a concentration "No, not s,, had as that," said Jim Ftasei erimly. “That's pretty hairy, that is." “1 know. So I’ve always heard. Odette stood there in the little dark shop I he light from the duo) making hot h nueolored hail gleam. “I ought l» know, because I had a brothel at Dunkirk, and he's a pi isoiiei imw. My twin I not he: ; we'ci hardly ever been a-nart." (TO HF (’(i.YTI S'l'KD, ? > 5i >