CHAPTER II
^ It was strange to oe here in this
^’lace that was really her home,
and she knew in her heart that she
would never be anything but an a
lien here. These strangers were
her parents, her brothers, her sis
ters. She liked Honey sincerely
and admired her; she felt that she
could very easily learn to love the
small Susan. Pete was still an un
known, but she had liked his gaie
ty and good humor and she felt
that they could be friends. As for
her mother and father—well, she
reminded herself as she tried to
settle herself to sleep, three was
really no need for her to know
them very well. Home, for her was
the handsome, spacious apartment
in New York, with Aunt Judith
and her friends. And she was a
little suprised to realize that she
had not thought of Martin Gray
for several hours, nor had she
wept for him as she had wept long
and secretly in New York.
When Celia finally fell asleep
she slept heavily. It was eight o’
clock when she awoke. She got up
hurriedly, afraid that she might
upset the routine of the house
hold by oversleeping.
At the foot, of the stairs, she
heard a slight sound in the kit
chen, and there she found Susan,
dressed for school.
“Isn’t anyone else up,” Celia
asked. “I thought everybody was
up and gone hours ago.
“Oh. no, that was Honey going
to work,” said Susan.
Celia followed her to the door.
Susan caught up her books and a
hat from the hall tree and over her
shoulders said breathlessly “I’ll
have a nice hot lunch and it only
costs a dime—”
There was the hoot of a bus horn,
and the little girl fled down the
walk to where a big yellow school
bus had slowed for her to scramble
aboard. The next moment it had
gone, and Celia stood in the door
way looking after it, frowning.
She made coffee and toast and
was just settling herself at an end
of the scrubbed kitchen table
when she heard footsteps on the
stairs. A moment later Rusty
thrust a red head into the room.
“Oh—hello.” he greeted her, and
looked as though he might draw
back, but the next moment the
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smoll of coffee drew him in.
“Don’t tell me you can cook.”
“I won’t,” promised Celia, smil
ing. “But any idiot can make
eoffee and toast.”
“I don’t suppose you planned
on inviting somebody to share that
coitec? It smells like the kind on
ly a very smart girl could make.”
“There’s plenty,” said Celia
quickly. “And I'll make some more
toast. Perhaps you’d like acouple
of eggs? I’ve found some in the
icebox and I think there’s bacon,
too.”
“Food for the gods,” said Rusty
solemnly. “I’m not a god, but
you’d be supristed how hungry a
plain everyday guy can get!”
And so she cooked breakfast
for them both, and they talked
politely across the table and were
on the way of becoming friends.
C’oo uidn't particularly like him,
but then she didn’t dislike him
either, and being a well brought
up girl, she could do no less than
treat him with courtesy here in
this house that was, strange as it
would always seem to her, her
home.
When they had finished, he in
sisted on helping her with the
dishc , and when the kitchen was
once more as neat and shining as
sl>e Ir d found it, they went out of
the kitchen together and along the
Around them the house still
slept. There was no sound save the
birds and a soft spring wind in the
‘T think I’ll take a walk and see
•'Dine of the country,” said Rusty,
expanding his chest, breathing
deeply of the clear spring air.
“f’°re to come along?”
fbanks, no,” said Celia and, as
though afraid that she sounded un
duly curt, she added, “I have an i
dea that Ruby Pearle would be
pleased if I’d clean my own room,
and I’ve not quite finished un
packing, so if you'll excuse me—”
“Oh, sure,” he said, and strode
off down the path to the orchard
and was soon lost among the trees.
She was too restless just to set
tle herself somewhere with a book,
and so she went out of the house,
down the weed-grown drive, care
fully avoiding the path through
the orchard along which Rusty had
disappeared.
She crossed a little woden bridge
and went up the hill beyond and
around the curve where it joined
the highway. And then she stop
ped, startled. For across the road
a very handsome and expensive
station wagon, all shining blond
wood and maroon fenders and
hood, lay helplessly on its side in
the ditch, like an insect that had
fallen and can't turn on it’s feet
again.
Celia stood staring at the over
turned station wagon. It lay help
lessly on its side in the ditch.
A girl came«out from behind the
car as Celia emerged into the high
way. She was in her late twenties;
a thick, tawny mane of ruddy
brown hair hung around her
shoulders and her lovely face was
dark with anger, her brown eyes
blazing.
“Hello,” said Celia, and added
swiftly, “Are you hurt?” :
"Only in my pride,” admitted
the other girl. “1 fixed the steer
ing knuckle on the darned thing
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DECEMBER 1, 1945
Beginning at 10 O’clock, I Will Sell
at AUCTION for CASH the following
One Set of Wagon Harness
One Two-Horse Wagon in excellent condition
One Deering Mower and Rake
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One New Drag Harrow
One Cole Combination Planter
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BESSEMER CITY, N. C., R-2
myself only yesterday afternoon,
I and then when I turned into the
highway here, something snapped,
and the next thing I knew there I
was on the bank and the darned
wagon in the ditch.”
She looked at Celia as though
j seeing her for the first time, and
I said coursly, “Youur’re* new in
these parts, aren’t you- I don’t re.
member seeing you around before.
I’m Catherine Mallory.
“I’m Celia Bartlett,” answered
Celia, smiling, “I only arrived yes
terday.”
I “Bartlett?" she repeated quick
ly
| Celia colored a little and her
chin went up, her eyes frosting
ever so little. “Yes, one of the
“Crazy Bartletts,” she said curt
ly
i Catherine eyed her curiously
i and smiled.
“Take that chip off your should
er, gal,” she ordered sternly. “You
j evidently didn’t hear me when 1
j said my name was Catherine Mal
i lory—or haVen’t you been around
j here long enough to recognize the
I name? It’s a symol of horns and
cloven hooves.
Celia relaxed a little and now
her own curiosity was lively. I'm
afraid I haven’t heard the name
before she admitted.
Catherine nodded, drew smoke
deep down into her lungs and let
it drift from her nostrils, as she
stood with one hand in her pocket,
her eyes on the station wagon.
“We-el, for once, Win and I are
going to be allowed to be the first
to relate our story,” she drawled,
amused and a little resentful.
“You see, Win, my brother, and
I cho'ose to ignore the war, and
i that’s a cardinal .crime in these
parts.”
Celia's eyes widened. “Ignore
it? That sounds like the neatest
trick of the week—if slightly im
possible,” she admitted.
“Well, it isn't impossible at all,”
answered Catherine forthrightly.
“Of course it took a bit of plan
ning. Win’s pretty clever. As far
away as 1939 he couuld see the
handwriting on the wall. He
bought the old Ives place, and we
remodeled it and made it comfort
able. Then we started stocking it
up with the things we knew
| would be hardt o get, or impos
i sible, once the war actually got
going.
She turned her head and looked
sharply at Celia, frowning, ready
to take instant offense. “Does it
seem to you a wicked and shame
ful thing that we tuurned our cars
ovei to the Red Cross and bought
new ones? We bought an ample
supply of tires; we bought out
who.^sale grocery concern, and
brought the stuff here and built
a special air-conditioned storage
vault to hold it. So now, because
we have enough to eat and enough
to live on comfortably, and be
cause we are not taking ‘an active
part in the war,’ we are ostracized
by the funny little people all a
round us. Win, who is thirty-six
and unfit for military duty, has
invested all but a few thousand
dollars of our iacome each year
in war bonds. So if we choose to
‘sit this war out’, is it anybody s {
business but ours?”
Celia said laughing a little.
“Well, don’t be so belligerent a
bout it! I’m a stranger here my-i
self.”
Catherine smiled at her. “Oh |
sure—sorry.”
I She looked at Celia again and
! said carelessly, “I’ll have to get
somebody to do something about
j this darned car. Care to come up
to the house with me and have a
drink? I’d like you to meet Win
and the others, too.” |
"Thanks, I’d like to,” said Celia
| sincerely, and as they walked
I through the leafy tunnel-lik° drive
I she said curiously, “You mention
I ed others—your family?
i “Nope, Win and I are all that's
I left of the Mallorys,” said Cathe
rine casually. “But w'e usually
| have a raft of house guests.”
She led the way into the house,
and charm and elegance. She had
time for little more than a quick
I Celia had an impression of space
appraisal before Catherine led
her along the hall and into a din
ing room that had a wall of glass
1 that could be slid back to bring a
truly beautiful garden almost into
the room. Here half a dozen peo
ple sat negligently about the table,
| dwadling over coffee, smoking,
j arguing.
i “Hello, everybody,” said Cathe
rine. “This is Celia Bartlett. Celia
I —sit here by me.”
! She pulled out a chair, and as
Celia seated herself, her hostess
the others smiled politely. The
young man at the end of the table
turned out to be Catherine’s bro
ther, Winship Mallory.
He, too, had been studing Celia,
and now he leaned toward her a
little and said pleasantly, “I’m
quite sure you re not a local pro
uuct, Miss Bartlett.”
“I dune down irohi New York
yesterday,” she told him. 1 am
visiting my family, the Bart
letts.”
The slim, pretty redhead who!
sat next to him on the opposite
side of the table flashed Celia an
unfriendly glance and engaged
him in a lowvoiced conversation.
Catherine, beside Celia, said under
her breath. “Jennifer Lawrence
is a louse. Shes going all out to
marry Win. I’d be a little worried
except that Win’s known so many
Jennifer Lawrences in his thirty
years, he’s pretty well insulated
against them! Only I wish she’d
go home—she’s beginning to be a
ftill-sizd, copper-riveted bore.”
Celia was beginning to believe
that it would not disturb Oathe-1
rine in thee least if Jennifer her
self bad heard her.
As they left the breakfast tahlte' !
Win Mallory saw to it that Jenni
fer Lawrence did not intrude.)
Deftly he guided Oeiia out in the
garden, where he proudly showed
he, all his plant specimens.
When at last she insisted that
sh< must go home, she had pro
mised to come back for dinner the i
following night; she had also pro
mised to go horseback riding with
Win the following morning.
When they came to the drive, a
handsome shining new coupe wa j
waiting, and Win guided her to
ward it, saying cheerfully, “I’ll
run you home.”
“Oh, hut that’s ahsurb,” she pro.
tested. “It’s not a mile.”
“Much too far for you to walk,”
Win assured her. “Besides. I will
know then where to find you in |
the morning for our ride.”
He put her into the car and got
in beside her. Catherine called
from the terrace, where she stood
besid^ the sulky Jennifer, “Bye,
Celia. We’ll be seeing you a lot."
The sleek and expensive coupe
had turned now and was run a
long the weed-grown drive to
pause at the side entrance to'the
Bnrtlette home.
Celia saw Buzz and Mary Sue
in the,. garden. They straightened
to look at her; but they did not
come forward. Rusty, coming up
the path form the orchard, paused
beside the car as Celia said lightly,
“Mr. Randolph, I'd like you to
meet Mr. Mallory.”
Win shook hands with Rusty,
his eyes taking in the little plastic
jacket. “Back from the wars,eh,
Randolph? How was it? Win asked
Rusty looked at him carefully,
as thouugh he had been a new ex
perience, and said almost without
expression, “A trifle rugged—blit
illuminating! Very.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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FEAR THE ATOMIC BOMB
Fear is about the only instru
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those with which we have become I
familiar. Fear of punishment in
this earth prevents us from com-,
mitting many a tempting crime:
Fear of what the hereafter might
hold keeps some of us on the ]
straight and narrow path.
The enemy’s fear of our
chemical potential prevented
the use of poison gas in this
last war, and fear of retalia
tion will probably be the
means of holding back those
nations which are tempted to
use the atomic bomb in the
next war.
Euro e, the womb of war, is di
viding itself as usual into blocs—,
Lhis time an eastern and a western
bloc. V, hen the people of these
combinations allow their dumb
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be of the atomic bomb—unless we
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more devastating in the meantime.
One of these opponents may de
CHERRYVILLE DEFEATS
N. C. S. D. 18-7
Cherryville defeated N. C. S. D.
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N. ('• S, I). led in first downs 11-8.
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This double pulverization will, of
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