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AT THE MOVIES IN CHERRYVILLE Thurs.-Fri: At Lester-“CRY HAVOC” SAT. ONE DAY Only at LESTER, July 8th. RUTH TERRY PISTOL PACKING MAMA Starts L. S. Sun. Nite 12:02 & Mon.-Tues. “The Heavely Body” with Heddy Lamari and William Powell. Coining One Day-Wed., July 12th-A Specia Western Cowboy Canteen with Chas. Starretl and a Big Cast. There’s rip-roferiag action as well as rollicking rhythm in Columbia’s latest Western, "Cowfeog Canteen,'’ starring Charles Starrett with The Milk Bros. CHAPTER VII Mrs. Manvers-Polloek, a guest at Pole Star House, off the coast of England, believes that signal ing is going on at the hotel. She tells John Wynter, a government agent who lias come from Lon uon to check up on this, and he notes a tiny winking signal in the darkness. He nabs the signaler, Allred Cummins, who proves in nocent enough. Cummins later m lorins WynKr that ‘ that man" ■s at the hotel, and has taken a room overlooking the sea. Wynter details Cummins to vat.-i rhe .nan and repoit on everything he does. Wyntei meets Fergus Le - ter, a Nazi «• y, in the shop of Odette Hannan, the girl he lov. s, ,i. t. who is under suspic on. Lei ir plans on tin destruction of Wynter by stringing u wite up close to a cliff, but Alfred Cum mins tips Wynter off. "I thought peihaps you wouldn't rime back!’ Shaking and weep ing, she was in his arms. ‘‘Tell me, my darling. He held ner close to him. “CHLtte,” he said desperately. ‘‘It’s so fright fully important to have confi dence between you and me. Es pecially just now. Tell me all that frightens you.’' Only two more nights before she eommitteed the supreme crime against her country anu her soul. “I haven’t anything to tell," said Odette. ‘‘Men always think women are on the verge of some ridiculous confession or other.” Did he or did he not wish he had never met her, he wondered, af ter she had gone. While Odette, flinging Herself lace downward on her bed, began to sob. again. Mrs. Manvers - Pollock heard Odette creep out of Air. Wyn ter's room and go to her own. Mrs. Manvers-Polloek drew the curtains back and pressed her white face to the glass. Shiver ing, she started back and drew the curtains again. Mrs. Manvers - Pollock heard Odette creep out of Mr. Wynter's room and go to her own. Mrs. Manvers-Polloek drew the cur tains back and pressed her white face to the glass. Shivering, she started back and drew the cur i tains again. The following night n tiled made an excellent job of iiie wire. But he uttered a little scream as a voice at his elbow. “Made a good job of it, Alfred?" “Yes, that’s all right.'’ Fergus said. “I should get along home now if 1 were you.” “Yes, sir, ' said Alfred, thaiik ful to be off. “Heil Hitler.” “Heil Hitler.” Fergus grinned. He was pretty certain the boy was to be trusted, but all the same it might be a good thing to find out. Not that it would follow i that Alfred was double-crossing him if Wynter answered to a sig ,! nal. He might be on the alert on his own account for any signals. If only he could put that n an out of the way. Fergus suddenly felt reckless. Carefully picking his way down to the beach, he sent out a low continuous whistle. Mrs. Manvers-Follock heard i', hurried across che room, crept down the stairs and out the front door. In her dazed mind she tiiought only of the sea. Some how it was connected with John IVynier. “Coming, coming . . ” She gasped out the words, as brought up short, she struck out wildly and then went headlong over the crumuling cliff to fall with a thud at Fergus Leiter’s feet. In his sick terror he did net wait to look. With criminal speed he climbed to the top, picked up the incriminating wire and dung it over the cliff. As though death was at his heels, bt made for the hotel. And later he hinted at this. “Your wire has d,ne the trick, Alfred,” he said later. “And if you don’t want to hang lor it, keep your moutn shut. We shan’t hear of that beggar for some time. “Good night, my boy, sleep well. ’ “Good night, sir.” Alfred wip ed the perspiration from his top lip. Gone—Mr. Wynter gone! Dead—killed by him. He Alfred Cummins, was a murderet. He rushed out of the back door, with the wind driving/him back. Care ' less of consequences, he beat at [ the front door of Pole Star House. “Come in. What do you want?’ ; Grace spoke angrily. “Mr. Wynter—"Alfred gasped, “Hallo, Cummins.” John’s eyes were calm. Taking the shaking boy by the shoulder, he shepherd ed him into the empty sitting room, and shut the door. “This won’t do,” he said. “You musn’t show your feelings like this. What’s the matter?” “I thought you were dead,” said Alfred, with sttring eyes. “Dead, why?’- John’s quick brain leaped. The wire; some hing had happened. “Mr. Leiter, he came home deased. Done in the beggar,” said Alfred. “Done in the beygar. Half a eeond.” Wrenching open the loor, John took the stairs two at a time. The empty, pitch-black, windswept bedroom told him what his terrified brain was trying to As the shaded lights of the oast guard ambulance shone faintly by the big five-barred gate, John took Alfred by the arm and fell a step or so behind. “Now, then, it’s silence for you, he said. “Now is the time to show what you’re made of. | This is war, and this is the sort of thing that happens in war. But you and I must get Leiter sorne “You must pretend you know nothing about it. Do you under stand?' At the hospital John interview ed the house surgeon. The laly had wandered out and fallen. This must be made perfectly clear. Dr. Warner took everything in hand. A telephone call to London tohi the solicitor what had hap pened. While Battle Point buzzed with gossip for an hour or two and then forgot it. But Fergus Leiter was almost beside himself because his plan had gone wrong, ‘fleil Hitler!” Alfred kept on saying it to him self with an almost hypnotic ef fect. Because this sort of thing was coming to an end pretty quickly now. Tonight was the night of the raid on Swansea when Mr. Wynter was going to catch out Miss Hannah. Then the next day they’d have Mr. Leiter himself. Fergus had already warned the j girl in the office that he was leav | ing. It was reassuring to find that | she took his departure quite as a | matter of course. Fergus felt at ease again as he flicked round the ! suitcase in front of him with a j handkerchief. “Start at the end of the rail and get on with the packing,' he com manded. And Allied did as he was told, line suit after another un | would come; they never did, and i locked doors always aroused sus picion. She began her prepara tions for the job ahead of her. Her torch, her pocket-book, her code written out in big 'letters on a piece of cardboard. Now she could rest until midnight. The old grandfather clock in the hall had Just struct half-past midnight when John heard the l.rsi drone of a plane. He opened his window . . . Nothing in sight yet. He tiptoed down the hall and stooped inside Odette’s room. The room was pitch dark, but the drone of the planes was very au diole. She must be by tap open Window, behind the blackout cur i.lin-—he had thoroughly examin i• e room the day before when o- d also removed the k ;y from Crossing the floor with the stealthy tread of a cat, he dragg ed the curt am back. With a stif led shriek she turned to face him. “Hold out your hands. Mechan ically she did as she was told and the tinkle of tne haniiiiiifs sound ed as he clipped them on her wrists. Shutting the window he picked up the torch and cardboard set up on the sill. Then closing the cur tains he turned to Odette. “Traitor.” , “John.'’ “Please. That’s all ovej- and done with. Now you are only a spy and I the man who nas caught you. I suppose you knotv that you will either be shot or sentenced to a long term of imprisonment." "Ob, God help me! I til from the coat in the middle, a i little carelessly handled, fell a fat leather case. Like a lipard, Al fred stooped and picked it up, and ! put it in his pocket. All he wanted to do now was to get round to Pole Star House. It was half-past three, just the time to catch Mr« Wynter. If only he could get quit of this packing business, he could | cut round and be back again be fore anyone noticed. It was vital! The case was fat with papers! It I was sure to contain a code. Fergus suddenly stopped walk ing about the room and clasped his hand to his pocket. “Seen a leather .case, Alfred?” “A case, sir. Is this it, sir?” Alfred, standing half inside the cupboard, draped with a mackin tosh, had taken the case out of his pocket. There were times when you had to let go so as to hold on tighter later. “Yes, that’s it,” Fergus felt j his breath go short. “That was an | important case, Alfred.” Fergus : could afford to speak jauntily now. “Yes, sir,” said Alfred solemnly It was a ghastly disappointment but he had done' the right thing in handing it over immediately. “It looks as if it was going to I be clear tonight. I hope Miss Han i nan doesn’t bungle the job. Thank ; God they've got shutters at Pole ! Star House, otherwise that beg gar would have thrown a span ! ner into the works by having her there.” | “Yes, sir,’ said Alfred, feeling j vaguely disappointed. Set free at last he strolled downstairs, think 1 ing that this affair was really end 1 ing very tamely—for him, at (least. The great opportunity had | slipped through his fingers. In the midst of the group at Pole Star House Odette sat, pale and silent, smoking. “You look aw fully tired,'’ Joan said suddenly. “Why don’t you go to bed early?” "And I’ll bring your dinner up I to you, if you like,” John offered. "If I did go to bed I shouldn’t want any dinner," said Odette. Oddly enough it was easy to smile. When the horrible thing was almost on you, you did not feel anything. Ilefore many hours were over she would have reveal ed to a loathsome and bloodstain ed enemy the best way to ap proach had to Uo it. With a rather vague little smile she went up stairs. John followed. “Good night,’ he said. Perhaps for the last time, he thought. For if she declined to recant, then his course and duty were plain. "I’m so tired,” said Odette, her eyes hollow with misery. “I hope no one will disturb me: please don’t let them.” “I will see that they don’t.” He caught her to him and covered her dear face with kisses. ■Safely within her room, she lift ed her clenched fists high above her head. “Oh, God help me!” She would lock her door to be perfectly safe. Lid the door lock? Yes. But the key had gone. Or perhaps it had never been there after all. At any rate no one “1 don't know what you mean. I wa .mly looking out ol the win "i ion.” Ase he stood up the>e 'e hold up one hand. Ihe drone hoi ...o louder. Planes wore com in m from the sea; probably a couple ol' Junkers 88, thought John. Well, they weien’t going to get a sign from Battle Point. “I . . . Odette began. “You don’t know ... 1 can never make you understand.” “Don’t waste time in excuses." said John briefly. “Outside the gate at this very moment are two police officers. I’ve been watching you for weeks. Do you suppose that a man of my age would come down to a place like Battle Point and moon about, simply for the oleasure of the thing? Thera is a desperate and a bloody war in progress.” He took her uy the shoulders and dragged her to the window. “That’s it.'” Away to the sast searchlights swept the sky. There was a low crump of a heavy body failing and then an other, great flashes of light com ing at irregular intervals. “There you are, and I hope you are enjoying it. Innocent peop»e being murdered.” “I will tell you,” said OdeLte suddenly. “I will tell you, even though it means that Alan . . ." She was sobbing as he put his arms round her. He struggled with his over mastering relief. This sudden cap itulation—he had not expected it, Taking her dispatch case frorr the table, he opened his pen. “Now then.” “What are you going to do?” “Take down your confession ir shorthand, and you must sign it.* “Sobbing, she closed her eye; and began to speak. He wrote foi ten minutes or so and then stopp ed. “That’s enough,” he said. “Sigr it—yes, you can manage it. That’s it. Now then, get up and dress.' “How can I dress with yoi here?” Her distress was pitiful. “You can’t. I shall go away anc lock you in.” Stooping he unlocked the hand cues. Ten minutes later he was back again. “Ready?” “Yes. No, please—’’She back ed away from him. (TO BE CONTINUED) Willys V builds thm •conomical Jeep DRAW 90 JURORS FOR Next COURTS At the regular meeting of the county commissioners Monaay, July 3rd, the following list of 90 jurors was drawn for the next three terms of Superior Court be ginning with the July 24th term of criminal court. The first 4 names also include the new grand jury. The list is as follows: JULY 24, CRIMINAL Chas. T. Kale. Grady Pearson. Jas. Loftin. J. H. Ladd. S. A. Morrow. Labe R. Holland. P. P. Pearson. Robert McKenzie. J. Sidney Carpenter. L. A. Wolfe. M. R. Dickson. A. W. Kincaid. Ernest E. Stroup. E. C. George. A. L. Sherrill. Will Knox, (colored). Fred Wright, W F. Allen. C. G. Booth. W. F. Best. Harris Fields. Ambrose Hendricks. W. H. Glenn. D. J. Gardner. F. M. Hester. G. L. Kendrick. J. M. Anderson. E. H. Forbes. Louis I. Sherman. William Morris. J. E. Chronister. E. L. Patterson. W. O. Beatty. D. C. Beal. H. W. Davenport. Fred Falls. J. T. Moore. Cline Sellers. Walter L. I.ineberger. David Ewing. Rufus M. Jackson. Robert Ewing. JULY 31, CIVIL E. C. Workman. C. E. Deal. R. J. Rice. J. S. Carter. f VV. P. Eddleman. Ellis Sain D. W. Shelton. W. Tray wick. J. L. McAteer. T. A. Paine. J. S. Allison. L. >S. Caldwell. Leonard Hawkins. E. P. Quinn. E. E. Groves. Paul Black. S. G. Fin'her. C. R. Hoffman. G. Howard Carpenter. James E. Furr. W. P. Moore. L. P. Rankin H. W. Cabe. Harry F. McArver. AUGUST 7, CIVIL J. C. Roberts. Craig Wyant. Charles S. Carpenter. Miles Lynch. A. C. Beam. T. R. E. Oates. Coy Mauney. Hollis Eaker. D. S. Harkey. Ilosea Garrison. S. E. Ferguson. Everett Mauney. Wayne Kiser. F. S. Adams. J. F. Cole. Price Black. Sam Ballard. C. L. Schrum. J. W. Calder. Webb R. Clifford. Charlie W. Hamilton. Jones Dagenhardt. Dewey Carpenter. Mose Black. Si*** Inch A w A - t REV. ROBERT H HARPER f Taking Posteition of Canaan. Le*son for July 9: Joshua 14:6 14; Judge! 1:20, 21. Golden Text: Joshua 14:9. The 12 tribes, with one divid ed into half-tribes, would have required 13 divisions of the coun try if the Levites had received a territory. Instead, they were given certain cities. Two tribes and a half tribe had received territories east of Jordan. The remaining tribes and half tribe were given their territories after the con quest. Joshua and Eleazer the priest made thfe division by lot. The rabbis say two urns were used —in one were names of districts in the other names of tribes. In Joshua 14: 6-14, and Judg es 1:20, 21, we read that Caleb was given Hebron, which he re quested. He and Joshua were the two good spies, and the only men of those who left Egypt to enter the Promised Land. Caleb was a remarkably true man, who "whol ly followed Jehovah.'’ Of the tribe >f Judah, the reference to him as i Kenizzite is puzzling. If he was >f foreign birth, he must have been “naturalized” by the tribe of Judah. Under God, Joshua had broken he power of native kings and divided the land. These divisions neluded remnants of heathen >eoples—these were never fully onquered and they often proved i snare to Israel, often weaken ng Hebrew power and exercising in evil influence upon their reli .ion. But Caleb, who received lebron, where 500 years before Vbraham and Sarah were buried nd Isaac and Jacob were in time entombed, and where David was iestined to bp crowned king by a part of Israel before he gained the whole of the country, at once set to work, at the age of 85, to con quer all the territory assigned te LETTERS FROM SOLDIERS Mr. and Mrs M. E. Sneed of Crouse received the following let ter from their son, Marvin. Sgt. Sneed has been overseas eighteen months. June 20, 1944 Dear Mother and Dad: Just a line to say hello and to say that I am well and taking everything with a smile. I pray that " this will find all of you in the best of health. News is very scarce with me to write, but the weather has been very bad the last two days, raining and cold. I sure hate to see that now. Mother, J. can tell you now that 1 have landed in France on "D Day”. I was one of the boys that hit the Atlantic Wall first. I was on the water and beach for oix hours before 1 got through the wall. Beachead is the wrong name for that. The right name is slaughter pen. 1 will never for get the (5th day of June as long as 1 live. I pray that I never see another day like that. We went to go through the wall, and we really did. I have seen more dead Germans in 15 minutes than I did all through Africa and Sicily. They fought us to the very end. The Generals said we hati to whip the Germans oil the Battlefield. The way they are being killed now, don’t see how the war can last very much longer. Have Dad to find out if James Stroupe has ever wrote home. I am kind of worried about him. I hope he had the luck I did. I don’t know myself how I got off that reach alive. I sure was praying to the good Lord. I know that he has opened the way for me. Mother, you know that 1 have been in the army three years to day. It seems like 9 years. Dad said he would be looking for me to be home this Fall. Tell him I sure would like to be there with him. But I want you folks to know that I am digging more ditches these days than I had even done before in my life . . . Eat, live and sleep in them half of the time. So, mother, you and iJud take caie of yourselves and don’t worry about me. I will do the best I can. With a world of Your son, MARVIN His address is: Sgt. Marvin S. Sneed 34084016 Hq. Btry. 5 A. F. A. Bn. A.P.O. 230 co Postmaster New York, N. Y. SUPERPHOSPHATE The Chemicals Bureau of the WPB has a tentative goal of about 0 1-2 million tons of superphos phate for the 1944-46 season. Present plants will be asked to in crease production about 28 per him, and succeeded. God will do for us what we cannot do for our selves, when we trust in Him, but we must do our part in things possible to us. THE JAPS WOULD LIKE TO NAIL THIS ARMY COOK It’s the favorite gag of an ar my cook who bombs the Nips with his outfit’s garbage whenever he can get a flier to take him for a ride. Read this funniest of war stories in the July 23rd issue of THE AMERICAN WEEKLY Favorite Magazine With The BALTIMORE SUNDAY AMERICAN Order From Your Newsdealer 4 4 Your first introduction should tell you WHY B LAC K DRAUGHT BEST SELLING LAXATIVE ■II over the South i Cut!—, Uia Paly ai O tract Ml BUY BONDS
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