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f&M BARRV WOMANi^ i i! * TttflßD INSTALLMENT • / j'j '| •!,SYNOPSIS Whii ' Joyce ! opened her eyes one morning to see a fruit-laden orange tree from the end of the luxurious sleeping porch where she lay in bed, ■be couldn't decide what had hap pened to lifer; for the last thing she remembered was a skidding taxicab in Chicago on a aleeting November day. And when she saw the circlet of diamonds on her wedding finger and wheb a man who called her Frills came to bid her an affection ate good-bye before leaving home for a hurried business trip, warning her to be careful after her fall from her horse the day before, she was even 'more puzzled. . The gorgeous house that was evidently her home, the faint brown stains on her fin gers—she had never smoked—and the initials on her toilet articles, F. L. P., added to her bewilderment. But—"it's heavenly," she said. "I'd be perfectly happy to spend a whole day right here." There were also several letters ly ing about in this litter, Joyce, piek- NOTICE OF TRUSTEE'S SALE Default having been made in the payment of the indebtedness secured by that certain deed of trust to me as Trustee for Jefferson Standard Life Insurance Company by T. W. Davis and wife, Etta Davis, on Juhe 10i 19 2-4, and recorded in the office of the Register of Deeds of Surry County in Book 11, at Page 8, I will, under and by virtue of the power of. sale contained in said deed of tryst,, and at the request of the ces tui q,ue trust, and for the purpose of discharging the debt secured by said deed of proceed to Sell to the highest, bidder, for . cash, at the courthouse door in Dobson, Surry County, North Carolina, at' 12:00 o'cjqc.k, an Wednesday, April 26, the following described prop erty, .tprwit: Lyjng and being on the North side of Pine Street in the Town of Mount Airy,, adjoining the lands of W. W. Burkejand Mrs. Mollie Hogan and others and bounded as follows, viz: Being Lx>t No. 7 on the North side of Pi lie! Street and beginning at a stake corner of Mollie Hogan's lot runs North 13% degrees West 180 feet toi a stake; thence South 73 de grees' "Vest 67 feet to a stake corner oft Lot; No. 6; thence South 13% de grees East 180 feet to Pine Street; thende with Pine Street North 73 de grees East to the beginning. This the 23rd day of March, 1933. ; JULIAN PRICE, Trustee. Smith', Wharton & Hudgins, Attys. Greensboro, North Carolina, 4-20 Sympathetic Service In Life's Darkest Hour hen SOMEONE you love has Wm received the last call, it is both fitting and proper that the fi ll?®! nal rites be placed in the hands of funeral directors who offer complete service—without fuss or bother. We are prepared to render this ser vice. Regardless of the actual ex pense of the funeral—whether it be for "prince or pauper"—our unob trusive but detailed service remains at the same high level. Reich-Hayes-Boren, Inc. FUNERAL DIRECTORS AMBULANCE SERVICE DAY PHONE 70 j j NIGHT PHONE 40 AND 282 ing one up glanced around at the door feeling an almost irresistible impulse to look it before she read the letter. Then she forced herself to remain seated. "You've a per fect right to read these letters," she said to herself out loud, "don't be a fool! Even if any one did come, I guess ... I guess . . .I'm Mrs. Neil Packard!" Yet the uneasy feeling persisted that the girl named Frills Packard might at any moment come in from the other room and scornful ly demand an explanation of her ac tions. "Oh, what's the matter with me? There can't be another Frills. Frills Packard is as dead now as . . . as Joyce Ashton was yesterday. She can't come in." Joyce opened the firßt letter res olutely. A newspaper clipping fell out. On the heavy, pale lavender paper with deckle edges was a short note in a sprawling feminine hand. It began without any preliminaries: "Looks as if you had some party! Wish I'd been there. You might hand this clipping on to Laurine. I hear she's been trying to find out where Mait was while you were at Nita's. Watch yojir step. Frilly! C." Not trying to s digest the meaning of the note, Jpyce hastily read the newspaper clipping: "A great deal of righteous indignation is being felt among the citizens of the Val ley Road district a,t the actibns of a certain prominent'society woman and her week-end guests. When all oth er amusements failpd to provide the necessary, thrills,., a .new game was instituted and carried out between two and three o'clock Sunday morn ing. This game> ; was a species of follow-yourrlqader, played in motors with no , headlights, and only , the usual rear lights on. ;The, bright moonlight wwats t presumably responsi ble for the fact that there were no casualties among the players, for the driving wap, undoubtedly of the most reckless character, and the leader led the party a merry chase over banks and sidewalks, across fields and ,lawfis with utter disregard for the property «of other people. "It is understood that the hosts of this party paid liberally for the damage sustained and that the mat ter was satisfactorily adjusted so that it will not be taken into the courts. The y6ung woman who ori ginated the sport and drove the lead ing car is the wife of a well-known Manzanita citizen. Her partner in the same was a man from the same place whose name is said to be fre quehtly lhentioned in the same breath with hers . . ." As Joyce finished reading, a wave of hourified ! shame . flooded her. "How perfectly disgusting! I sup- TTTK TSLKfN TRIBUNE. ELKIN. NORTH CAROLINA pose they were all drunk as lords, Frills worse than the rest. No won der Neil is worried about 'reckless stunts' ... I should think he might be! I'd like to know who 'C.' is and who's 'Mait'? This," she thought "is a pleasant revelation! AH the signs have pointed to Frills being a bit lively, but this is a little too much." Just then the telephone rang. There was an instrument on the desk, gray-enameled like the furniture, and* Joyce quietly lifted off the re ceiver and listened in. After a mo ment's silence, she heard the maid answering on the instrument down stairs. A man's voice inquired, "May I speak to Mrs. Packard, please?" "Mrs. Packard gave instructions that she didn't feel up to seeing or speaking to anyone today." "Oh? . . . Well, listen Roxie, tell her it's Mr. Maitland, will you, and ask her if I can't speak to her just a minute." "All right, sir." Joyce hastily but cautiously re placed the receiver and getting up, went out onto the sunny sleeping porch. In a moment she heard the woman's voice at the bedroom door, and going in, listened to her mes sage. "Just . . . tell him I—" she hesitated. "Tell him I'm asleep," she said finally, looking down at the carpet and feeling a guilty reluctance to meet the maid's eye. Then, when the woman had left, she returned to the desk telephone and listened again. "Mrs.''Packard is asleep, sir." '.'Oh,. she is.? Well, when she wakes, tell her I called. And ask her to call me, please." "Yes, sir." Click . . . click. And then Joyce hung up her own re ceiver, breathing'a sigh of relief at her narrow escape.. Hardly had she leaned back in the chair when the bell rang again. She listened anxiously. A rather coarse feminine voice replied to the maid's quiet "Yes?" saving, "How's Mrs. Packard this morning, Roxie? Can I speak to her? Tell her it's Kate Belmaln." "Sorry Mrs. Belmain, but Mrs. Packard is sleeping and gave orders not to be disturbed." "Oh, well, I'll call again later . . . Say, Roxie," in a conversational tone, "wasn't she the lucky girl not to get smashed up in a fail like thai? I felt sick when I heard about It. Didn't break a thing, did she?" "No ma'am, she hit her head, but I guess it wasn't a bad blow." "Well, I'll tell the world she's lucky! Well, tell her I called will you, Roxle." I She seems on Intimate terms with : the family. Her voice sounds mid-1 die-aged and . . J fat . . ; ; uncul- j tured," thought Joyce, critically. I wonder who else will call up? All I need to do to learn who are the friends of Mr. and Mrs. Neil Pack ard is to sit here and listen to the | telephone conversations! I'm find-' ing things out anyhow. I know now that the maid's name is Roxle and that 'Mait' is Mr. Maitland and that there's a couple named Art and Kate Belmain." She oontinued her explorations, which disclosed three ipore bed rooms, each with its own bath—one decorated in green, one; in orchid, and one in pale yellow. ' "I'm lucky there aren't . any guests in the house," she thought thankfully, find ing nothing but unoccupied rooms. "I'd hate to run Into somebody stay ing right in the place. Well, I'll £o back to my boudoir ,and see if I can dig up any more nelrs of what the charming Frills has been per petrating. Wish I could discover what the date is and how long it has been since I . . .1 left Philadel phia." She sat down on the chair at the desk and picked up one of the let ters. The postmark on the first was too blurred to decipher, but the se cond one was clearly stamped. She stared at, it bewildered, a sudden feeling of faintness seizing her. "Why, I left Philadelphia in Novem ber . . . That means . . . Oh, it can't be possible!. April nearly two years! Where have I been all that time? Oh, I can't understand it, it frightens me ... I don't like it . . . Oh dear ... Oh dear . . Suddenly her overwrought nerves gave way, and slipping to her knees in front of the couch, Joyce buried her face in her arms and began to sob desperately, terror and loneli ness possessing her entirely. When Joyce awoke, she lay for sonje • morjients collecting her thoughts. : v So it had not been a'idream. It wis something actual and inescapa ble which she had to face. She sat up on the couch, wide awake'now, and soberly tried to de cide what.to do next. As she stared about the. room,; she realized that the sun was no longer shining Jn. How long had she slept? There was no clock In the room. She remem bered having seen, however, among the contents of the blue leather case on the dressing table a small dia mond-set wrist watch. Returning to the bedroom, she caught sight' of herself in the mirror. Her dress was badly rumpled, her hair stood up in curly confusion and her face was streaked from the tears she had shed. Four o'clock. "Phew, what a long nap! I feel a lot better, any how. I wonder if anyone else called up. Oh dear, that Belmain woman said they were coming over this af ternoon. They'll probably be here soon. I think I'll put on a different dress and see if I can get anything to eat. I'm perishing with thirst, too." • She pulled the crumpled dress ov er her head and went to the closet door to pick out something else to wear, when, suddenly, she heard voices downstairs. Stopping she tiptoed softly over to the door which stood ajar. She could hear a woman speaking. "Well, I'm glad she's been able to sleep, Roxie . . . No, I'll just run up myself. She'll want to see me, if she's awake, of course ... I just want to find out how she is and if I can do anything for her . . . Did you say she'd had anything to eat today?" That must be Laurine! The voice moved nearer as if its owner were approaching the stairs. Joyce, in a panic, looked wildly about for some escape. Couldn't she have one day to herself? She thought of locking the door. Then, afraid to delay an other second, she dashed out to the sleeping porch, pulled down the cov ers of the neatly-made bed and slid between the sheets. With thumping heart she half-buried her face in the pillow, shut her eyes tightly and tried to compose herself into a state where she could breathe quietly. Firm steps sounded approaching the door, and a voice said, "Frills? Where are you. . . . Oh!" The voice trailed off into a soft murmur as the speaker evidently discovered the sleeping form in the bed. The caller stood quietly by the bedside for such a long time that Joyce grew nervous. Why didn't the woman go away? Couldn't she see that Frills was asleep? Or did she guess that she was shamming? Just as she felt that she could not stand It a minute longer, and must either giggle or choke, she heard her unseeen caller depart. "Thank goodness! . . . My, I'm roasted!" She threw off the covers and got up cautiously, creeping into the room to listen to what happened downstairs. She heard the same voice speaking but could not distin guish the words. Finally, however, the front door opened and closed. So rested and so much more con fident did she find herself that she decided to go downstairs, risking the meeting with any callers who might appear. Roxie was by one of the windows i reading a newspaper. Seeing Joyce she stood up. "I slept longer than I expected tp," said Joyce, "and I'm hungry," she said, finding It impossible not j to slip into a concilatory tone and ; attitude. "Is there t something to I eat I could have, I wonder?*'* "Why, of course, ina'am," replied Roxie promptly, "would you like a regular lunch or just tea?" "Tea, please." The very thought was luxurious. "Certainly, ma'am. Would you like sandwichM with it, or just cake?" "Oh, sandwiches, please, I'm so hungry. And I wonder if . . shs went on, uncomfortably convinced that Prills never asked for anything in this apologetic fashion, " —er — I'd like some orange juice to drink, too." "Yes, ma'am. Will you have it out on the terrace or up in your rftom?" Joyce decided hastily that she would take a chance. "On the ter race, pleaße." She enjoyed the food almost more than her breakfast, reflecting with half-ashamed amusement that her ftppetite was good in spite of the shock of awaking •to find herself Mrs. Neil Packard! Ought anyone in her terrible predicament enjoy food so enthusiastically? She was just draining the last drop of orange Juice and wishing regretfully that she had more, when a man's voice at the doorway start- j jo Help You find the Thinq&Viu Seek dualiti| Produck^p Factory Trained Mechanics— Phone 25 When your Ford is in need of repair or adjustment let our factory trained mechanics do it. We also repair any other make of car. Expert body repairing. Elkin Motors, Inc. Elkin, N. C. Goodyear Tires— Phone 66 Get ready for Spring driving. Let us make your car safe by installing a complete new set of the world's lead ing tires—GOODYEARS. Double Eagle Service Co. Bridge Street Furniture— Phone 70 Make your home more attractive this spring with new furnishings. Now is the time while prices are low. We have everything for the home. Reich-Hayes-Boren, Inc. Main Street Real Estate — Real values in farms and city properties in Elkin, Jonesville and Arlington. D. C. Martin Office in Telephone Bldg. Nu-Way Cafe— Elkin. N. C. Our prices are low for a good meal or lunch. Cigarettes, Cold Drinks, Sandwiches. Nu-Way Cafe East Main Street One Stop Service— Glcoe Batteries, Gulf Gas and Oil, Greasing, Free Air and Water, Hot Lunch and Groceries. North Elkin Service Station, N. Elkin, N. C. 2MI miles north of Elkin on Highway 26 Kamera Club Notice— Phone 70 We are glad to welcome Mr. Loyd Martin as the first member in the club, he being the first to send in a roll of film with all exposures good. SI.OO in cash for the "picture of the month." W. F. Burgiss Over Reich-Hayes-Boren Plumbing— Phone 254 We never forget our toolB! For real plumbing service of any kind, give us a ring. Elkin Plumbing & Heating Co., Elkin, N. C. Good News From Firestone Phone 11 Prices greatly reduced. We'll give you a better trade in allowance for your old tires on New Firestone Gum- Dipped Tires. Gulf Service Station Bridge St. Thursday, April 6, 1933 led her bo, she nearly dropped the glass. , "My Lord, Prills, since when have you taken to drinking orange juice?" A man crossed the terrace with quick steps, sat down on a chair close beside her and leaning forward looked at her with an expression of lively concern. "Did I startle you? Sorry! I guess your nerves are jumpy after what happened. How do you feel, sweetheart?" Joyce had been completely taken by surprise and, in her confusion of excited apprehension, his entrance upßet her so thoroughly that she ' could scarcely speak. I CONTINUED NEXT WEKK BIRTH RATK DOWN Despite Premier Mussolini's "more babies" campaign, the birth rate for Italy is declining, according to Un dersecretary Arpinati of the ministry of the Interior. ' TAXI Call No. 265, Hotel Elkin, for Taxi and Bus Service.
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