Thursday, June 15, 1933
THIRTBENTH INSTALLMENT
Far in the hills Joyce had found
a little group of pines on the edge
of a towering redwood grove. When
she lay down on her back in the
warm sunshine and looked up
through the pines at the bide sky,
she felt as if she were floating in
space.
She lay thihking of Neil, and with
a little thrill of satisfaction she de
cided that he showed no evidence
of missing the old Frills.
She had now met practically every
one who moved in their circle in
Manzanita and had found out enough
of their history and circumstances
so that she could get by safely in
most cases.
The month was not yet up but
Joyce, summarizing her impressions
and the knowledge she had gathered
felt that she had given her environ
ment a fair study and was entitled
to draw her conclusions and plan
her future course without further
research.
First, as to Neil. She had made
a number of enlightening and cheer
ing discoveries concerning him. He
was devoted to golf but did not care
for dancing; he liked liquor but nev
er drank to excess, and he disliked
risque stories more than most of his
acquaintances guessed. He believed
in taking one's part in the life of
the community but he would have
been happy to stay at home four
evenings out of a week to enjoy the
quiet pleasures of private life.
On her return from San Francis
co she had once been forced to face
the problem of her relations with
Maitland. He had telephoned and
called several times the first day
while she was out, and on the second
morning, just as she was ready for
a ride on Rosita, he had appeared
and caught her . . . Joyce let her
thoughts dwell dreamily for a mom
ent on Maitland and instinctively
she found herself comparing him
with scorn to two men—Robert
Ainsworth and Neil .Packard. Meas
ured by Ainsworth's standards, Mait
land had no chance at all—it was
almost unfair even to compare them.
Maitland had once or twice at
tempted to reopen the subject of
their love, but Joyce had continued
to treat him with such unmistakable
coldness that he was baffled and
finally let her alone.
In her thoughts she now came
back, with a quickening of her pulse,
to the problem of her relations with
Neil. They had gone out together
the evening before and cooked a
camp supper high up on a hillside
overlooking the valley. They lin
gered until it was dark, watching
the stars creep out into their places.
Joyce hugging her knees sat and
breathed in the peace and quiet,
while Nell stretched out close to her,
Bmoking a pipe and playing gently
with Dickie's earn.
Suddenly Neil had rolled over to
ward Joyce and, putting his arms
around her waist, laid hiß head on
her lap. Joyce leaned back resting
her weight on her hands behind her
and did not touch him. She had late
ly avoided every slightest demonstra
THE FORD V-8 TUDOR
is a Splendid Low-Priced
$f m /\ (F. 0. B. Detroit, pint
S I II I freight mnd delivery.
Bumpers and spare tin
• THE new Tudor Sedan is the car for the family. It costs
little to buy, is economical to operate and has every
desirable feature of style and beauty. Available either
with standard or de luxe equipment. The wide door
and sliding front seat make entrance easy. The car
has 112-inch wheelbase and the new Ford V-type,
eight-cylinder, 7 5-horsepower engine with a velvety
smooth performance which makes driving a joy.
• THE DE LUXE TUDOR SEDAN, with safety glass
throughout, cowl lamps, two matched tone horns and
other special appointments, is $550, f. o. b. Detroit.,
ELKIN MOTORS, INC.
Phone 25 Elkin, N.C.
tlon of affection toward him, for
she had come to the disconcerting
conclusion more than once that Neil
was finding it harder and harder to
keep his feelings ip check.
She could not help realizing that
it was both unwise and unkind for
her to slip her hand in his, to smooth
back his hair, to lean against him
when they sat together, to do any
one of the dozens of little caressing
things which she found herself, in
her liking and pity for him involun
tarily and quite innocently inclined
to do.
The slghtest motion of this sort
sent a flame of hope leaping into
Nell's eyes. -
How long could this go on? It
was becoming more and more diffi
cult for them both. Joyce trembled
a little to recall the tenseness with
which Neil had finally released his
hold on her the previous evening.
Joyce had been curious to see
Joyce Abbott, the one woman Neil
seemed to like, and the meeting
with her had come two days after
her conversation with Ethel about
the dinner for Rhoda Maitland. It
was nearly five o'clock and Joyce
dressed in riding clothes, was wait
ing for Neil to come home and take
a ride with her before dinner.
She had just left the mirror in
the living-room when she heard a
motor and looking out saw a small
shiny black roadster drive up to
the door.
The girl who got out was dressed
in white linen with a white felt sport
hat and white buckskin oxfords. She
was certainly rather pretty, with her
big blue eyes and small neat fea
tures . . . Joyce wondered who she
was and nerved herself to the or
deal of meeting" another stranger
who was not a stranger.
"Sorry to bother you, Frills, but
I'm out on business this afternoon,"
began the girl, smiling in a half
apologetic, half-defiant fashion, "and
your name is on the list I had given
me to call on. We want to raise a
lot more money this year for the
Orphans' Vacation -Camp up in the
Sierras and so the committee is
planning a big fair and entertain
ment. We want to find out what
you'll do for it. Will you enter the
horse show and take on one of the
acts in the evening?"
Joyce listened to this appeal with
mixed emotions.
"Of course, I'm . . . I'm interested
in it," began Joyce slowly, feeling
her way and smiling pleasantly as
she spoke, "but I'm not riding any
more in shows and I'd rather not
take part in any entertainment, but
I'm ... I'd like to help in any other
way."
Her acquiescence was received
with gratefully effusive thanks. The
girl then rose, hesitated for a mo
ment and said with a little wistful
air which Joyce felt instinctively
was not wholly genuine, "I wish we
might be friends. Ido so like to be
friends with every one. If - there's
anything I can do . . . I'm so sorry."
Who was this girl anyhow? won
dered Joyce, slightly exasperated by
her meek manner. There had evi
THE ELKIN TRIBUNE, EL&IN, NORTH CARP UN A
dently been some unpleasantness be
tween Frills and her. But before
she had time to speak she was saved
by the arrival of Neil.
"Well, look who's here! Hullo,
Joyce, how are you?" he exclaimed,
shaking hands cordially with her.
Joyce Abbott, of course!
"Well, why not sit down? What's
your hurry?" went on Neil in his
heartiest manner, "what do you
know? How's the new car work
ing?"
"Oh, it's just fine! but I must run
along now. I just came to ask Frills
if she'd help on the affair for the
Orphans' Vacation Camp. Good-bye
and thanks ever so much."
"Good-bye," said Joyce. She spoke
shortly, more because she could not
think of anything to say than be
cause she wished to be disagreeable.
Neil accompanied the caller out to
her roadster. Joyce, watching sur
reptitiously, was again amused to
see the interest with which Neil
listened and the appealing little
glances Joyce Abbott threw at him
from her expressive blue eyes.
"I've got her number," thought
Joyce, "she's the ultrafeminine sort
who clings and makes the men feel
big and strong and masculine."
• • *
Thinking over the past month,
Joyce was conscious of a baffled
feeling of dissatisfaction when it
came to her knowledge of Frills'
own past.
In another direction also Joyce
felt herself checked. She was no
nearer accomplishing her purpose of
getting back her baby than she had
been when she received the first
letter from Sophie. A second letter
had arrived that morning—exasper
atingly vague, very short and again
minus an address. Joyce tormented
herself trying to solve the problem,
but her determination did not weak
en.
Her thoughts swung round again
to Neil. What was she going to do?
To continue indefinitely living in
the s'ame house with him as they had
been doing was impossible. ' She had
not known what she was undertak
ing when she made that decision.
"I suppose I should have gone
June 5, 1933
y
LOW PRICE CARS VS. CHEAP CARS
SHBH ? But we do sell a high quality car at a low t r has cos t
Almost every new Ford V-8 oar we have built so far thi
I -ore to manufacture than its selll^ luffie t0 make up the difference.
■ . to $6lO, we have t° depend on incre_ who glve3 good value
The reason for this is simpl b9o ause he cannot
■ must expect to lose money on the first cars ne se
charge all his costs to lhe P e °PI®*°®nt 1 ®*°® nt _ he oannot afford to lose
anything'on* give him full value from the first, and Keep
SB' our 'combination of low prices and high cost
quality:* ♦
y ,1. Volume Production
2. Taking only one profit public on the basis
■ First, we set our price at "hat would be fair t0 justify and
of economies we enjoy in volume Then.
■ maintain cur low price we must get volume sa to mak9 _ i 3 al3o
Thus it comes that a car which is reaiiy &
low-cost to buy. d a low-priced high
There is a difference between a cheap car ana f
quality car. t hlch Ba kes it profitable for a
Ford prices are always fixed at a pom*
customer to buy. cro fit to the buyer as well as
Good and lasting business mil p profit must be. comparatively,
to the seller. And of the two. the buyer s pro™.
th 6 » r paJs°us'to sell the Ford V-8 because it pays you to buy it.
■
*-'• t* v,
'
• - ..... K . - •/;. \ ;* „ ft
,-s • a
away in the first place," she thought
Packard and I keep having the,feel
ing that there's something' all wrong
about living with a man so intimate
ly and yet not really intimately, I'll
never lose that feeling of uncom
fortable shyness and strangeness, I
know, until . . . unless—oh dear!"
There might be among them a
few congenial spirits but she did not
feel any too hopeful. Yet after all,
what did it matter? She reproved
herself sharply for allowing the
standards of Robert Ainsworth to
influence her. He was nothing to
her, she told herself.
• • •
As she' sat there motionless, she
was startled to see a man appear.
With a little gasp of amazement
Joyce recognized Robert Ainsworth.
"Do you remember me?" asked
Joyce.
"Oh Lord, how like a woman! Of
course I remember you, worse luck!"
he added with such profound gloom
that Joyce giggled. "You're my pub
lic, you know!" He looked at her
Quickly and broke into a smile.
"Here—please let me take your
horse and turn her out into the cor
ral."
"But ... I was just thinking what
a nice place this was to eat my
lunch," said Joyce doubtfully.
"Oh, but wait until you have
tasted my coffee," he protested,
starting to lead Rosita away. "I'm
just going to eat lunch myself and
I really can make good coffee."
He was back in a surprisingly
short time and said, "I never eat
anything except bread and butter
and fruit and coffee for lunch but I
have plenty of truck in the shack
and I can make anything you like.
Orders taken until two-thirty."
"Oh, please don't think of getting
anything for me except coffee," pro
tested Joyce quickly, "I have my
sandwiches which I really must eat
or Roxie's feelings would be hurt."
"Well the coffee-will be done in
a few minutes. Sit down or stand
up or do whatever you feel like do
ing. Just let me present you with
the keys to the city."
He put the coffee pot on as he
spoke and Joyce asked, "Do the keys
of the city include permission to ask
questions?"
"On all free admission days, yes.
Except, of course, when Claud Al
fred is around. Ha's just a little bit
queer that way. Ever since he threw
the mother of five children into the
brook because she asked him wheth
er he thought a man's necktie
should match his socks, I've had to
warn casual visitors not to ask him
questions."
"Well, I'm glad be isn't around
because I want to ask —"
" "Oh, M Mow. YOU *Want to ask
how I happen to be 1 hfere." You want
to say how extraordinary it is that
■we should meet here, after meeting
in an equally extraordinary manner
in San Francisco. You want to get
personal. You're perfectly charming,
Joyce Ashton, and I'm terrified of
you. If I seem to be talking a lot
and at random you've only yourself
to blame. My well-known poise is
shattered—" . .. --
. He broke off abruptly and Joyce
dropped limply into a chair. Noth
ing could have surprised her more
than to hear Robert Ainsporth talk
ing to her in this manner.
"Well, go ahead and tighten the
clamps," he continued. "You've
heaped coals of fire on my head by
your sunny acceptance of everything
I Notice of Meet-1
I ing of Board of I
I Equalization I
Notice is hereby given that the Board of Commission
ers of Surry County will meet at its office on the third
Monday in June, 1933, the same being June 19, as a
Board of Equalization and Review, for the purpose of
I equalizing the valuations on real estate as between par
ticular pieces of property, as provided by Section 523 I
of the Machinery Act of 1933.
The Board of Equalization will pass upon all questions
of adjustment in valuation of real estate and unless
I such requests are presented at that time, no change
can or will thereafter be made.
I B. Frank Folger I
Tax Supervisor
—haul m© over them!" He smiled,"
but Joyce knew .he was In deadly
earnest.
* "Sentence. she grave
ly retorted." Their eyes met with
mutual- approval tor a moment, and
then' Joyce lightly turned th 6 con
versation to the world of books.
(Continued Next Week)
10 DIE IN >CIfABH
r~
Carl ViCkery, 36, pilot pf an am
phibian airplane; Harry Jacobs, 33,
his co-pilot, and eight passengers,
visitors at the world's fair, , were
killed Sunday when the huge plana
crashed in a high wind and burned.
Witnesses said a wing suddenly
crumpled and the plane nose dived
600 feet into a freshly plowed field.
The flaming wreckage was half
buried in the ground.