FOURTEENTH INSTALMENT
SYNOPSIS
• Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds hei
self alone in the world with her artis
mother’s last warning ringing in he
ears, to “love lightly”. Of the worl
she knew little. All her life she hai
lived alone with her mother in an oli
brown house in a small rural commun
ity. . . Ellen, alone, turned to the onl;
contact she knew, an art agent in Net
York. Posing, years of posing, was he
only talent so she was introduced to twi
leading artists, Dick Alven and Sand;
Macintosh. Both used her as a mode
and both fell in love with her. . . bn
Ellen, trying to follow the warped phil
osophy of her mother to “love lightly,’
resists the thought of love. Her circli
of friends is small, artists and two o:
three girl models. Ellen attends a bal
with Sandy. While dancing a tall younj
man claimed her and romance is born. A
ride in the park, proposal, the next daj
marriage to Tony, and wealth. But she’d
“Love Lightly,” Ellen told herself. Sh«
would never let him know how desper
ately she loved him, even though she
were his wife. Ellen insists upon liv
ing her own life, maintaining her home
in her small room, even though Tony ii
wealthy. . . Jane, of Tony’s wealthy set,
is disappointed in Tony’s sudden mar
riage to Ellen. Jane then makes every
effort to win Tony away from Ellen.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY.
“I don’t get Jane,” she said fi
nally. “What’s she playing for,
Tony? Not that it’s very sane to
ask—I know what she’s playing
for. It’s you.”
There was a seriousness back
of Tony’s casual sounding speech.
“Jane and I”, he said, “knocked
around together for years. I sup
pose she’d gotten to sort of taking
me for granted. . . After all, we
weren’t responsible when we met,
you and I. We shook all of the
world’s plans into a cocked hat.”
Ellen spoke resentfully.
“That,’ she said “makes me feel
like a spare tire. If you want an
annulment any time, you and Jane
“You’d drop me as easily as
that?” said Tony. “You mean it?"
Ellen wanted to say that she
didn’t mean it; that she wouldn’t
give him up, not for fifty Janes.
But instead she made her mouth
into a straight line and lowered
her lashes so that Tony couldn’t
look into her eyes.
“I’d let you go as easily as I’d
let go of this—” she told him. She
opened her fingers and the huge
chiffon handkerchief that she was
carrying fluttered, like a dead but
terfly, to the conservatory floor.
“I’d—”
ies, you woumr said Tony
grucly. All at once he had gath
ered her so tightly into his arms
that her body felt bruised against
the hardness of his body. “I’m
sick and tired of this stuff,” said
Tony, “it’s time for a showdown.
We’re not fencing, you and I—
we’re married. It’s time we be
haved like human beings, or—”
He stopped. For there was a
rustle of skirts (skirts do rustle,
this year) and a voice spoke.
“Oh—but I’m intruding!” said
a voice. “It always seems as if I
choose the wrong time for my en
trances, doesn’t it?”
Of course, it was Jane—it could
not be anybody else. She stood
in the doorway of the conserva
tory—the light was behind her.
They couldn’t see the outline of
her face—the expression of her
eyes and mouth—but somehow
Tony’s arms had loosened, some
how Ellen was wriggling free of
them.
“You don’t know,” said Jane,
“how silly I feel!"
Tony didn’t say anything at all
—perhaps it was because he could
not trust his voice. Ellen didn’t
say anything either, for a moment
and then—
“It's quite all right,” she said,
“we were just rehearsing our big
scene.”
Jane took a step into the con
servatory.
“It seems to me,", she said at
last and levelly, “that it’s always
a big scene, that it's always a
• rehearsal. You and Tony aren’t
married, really*—”
“Well,” Ellen extended her slim
left hand, “here's the evidence, and
I have my marriage lines some
where.”
If Tony had been clever enough
could have read the despera
tion of her bravado.
Jane went on—her voice had
thickened.
“You know what I mean,” she
said. “You and Tony don’t belong
together. You belong with fellows
like Sandy and with that Dick of
yours. Tony—Tony’s down my
Street. It’s all so silly. It’s like
playing hide in the dark, and find
ing you with the wrong person
when the lights pome up.”
i. “Yes, isn't it?” agreed Ellen,
it firat^te'd say it,
'*1 ponder,” said Jane, “why
you came to my house—”
“I wonder," said Jane, “why
* She wouldn’t give Tony a* chance
l you asked me—”
i Tony spoke at last.
1 “Oh, for crying out loud,” he
' said, “it’s complicated enough
r without—”
Ellen was smoothing the skirt
I of her pretty dress.
[ "Yes,” she said, “it is—compli
; cated enough with—without me.
I think,” her eyes were so bright
that only tears could have made
them so, “I think it’s just about
time that I did the conventional
thing—even though I am a profes
sional Bohemian. It’s about time
I told you, Jane, that I’ve just had
word from town. The obvious
telegram—or what have you. Ex
plain to your guests that my
grandmother is ill; tell them that
a great uncle has died and left me
a legacy. Tell them I’ve gone back
to pose for Dick, tomorrow—and
tomorrow’s Sunday, too. That’ll
perhaps be nearer the truth.”
All at once she was running
from the conservatory, scurrying
along through the darker corners
of the room. And then she was
out of the door and racing up the
stairs. Now she had gained the
heaven of her room and was tumb
ling into her suitcase.
There was a knock at the door,
For a moment Ellen didn’t answer
and then with an effort she stead
ied her voice until she could an
swer.
Come in, she called.
The door opened. It was Jane’s
mother.
“I met Tony,” Jane’s mother
said without preamble. “He told
me that you weren’t well. That
he was afraid you were going
home. Something like that. Is
there anything I can do?”
Ellen’s voice was steady.
“I was going to leave a note for
you,” she said. “To tell you—how
sorry I am. Yes, there is some
thing. I wish, maybe, that I could
be taken to the station. I've had
a telegram, you see."
“Poor child,” said Jane’s mo
ther, “I hope it’s not bad news!”
Ellen’s eyes, meeting hers, knew
that she didn’t believe in the my
Ithical telegram.
| “Yes," said Ellen, “I’m afraid
that it is bad news.”
Jane’s mother was still standing
in the doorway. Swiftly she spoke.
“Jane is my daughter,” she
said, “and I love her very much.
Maybe she’s a little spoiled; but
she’s a dear girl. And you must
remember that she has loved Tony
for a long while.”
wnereas, answered alien, "X
haven’t!”
“Ah,” said Jane’s mother, “you
haven’t! You’ll have to love him
a great deal to make up for the
time you’ve missed.”
She was turning, and then—
“I’ll make your excuses to the
rest, at breakfast,” she said. “Do
not worry. And if you don’t want
to go down through the crowded
rooms, now, I’ll have the car wait
for you at the side door. It will
cak-a you right to your door, of
course. Traffic is not heavy—
this time of night. It will be
quicker than the train—”
Ellen was looking at her.
“My mother’s hair,” said Ellen,
“was like your hair. Her eyes
were sweet—like your eyes. But
she was always so tired.”
“I'm tired, myself, most of the
time,” said Jane’s mother, and then
silently she had closed the door.
When Tony arrived ten minutes
later, after locating the room
through a certain amount of brib
ery and corruption—when he tap
ped at the door of that room there
was no answer. After a moment
he pushed the door in, even though
he didn’t belong on the floor. But
there wasn’t anyone in the room
when he, entered. There wasn’t
even the dust of powder on the
immaculate top of the vanity ta
ble. *
It was nearly dawn when Ellen
arrived back in her own little
room. She threw her suitcase,
unpacked, across a seat, and un
iressed rapidly and flung herself
across her bed. And, though she
had quite expected to sob herself
to sleep, she didn’t. Exhaustion is
like that—it drains one of the
emotions! 1
There was bright sunshine—
fellow, buttery sunshine—lying
icross Ellen’s face when she wak
ened. And, such is the bouyancy
if youth, coffee and toast restor
ed to her a certain amount of con
fidence in giMdlf. Her voice did
not even tremble when she called
Dick on the phone.
“If you’re working today,” she
told him, “Pm just the girl that
will help you. Here am I, all
alone in town over Sunday.”
The taxi seemed to crawl
through the quiet Sunday streets,
and yet at last she was with Dick
in his old familiar workroom.
Ellen, with scarcely more than
a word of greeting,. went behind
the accustomed screen and chang
ed into her Indian dress. And then
she was out again and posing, a
little kneeling figure once more—
once again the child priestess.
When Tony came knocking at
the door, after the first half hour
of her posing, when at Dick’s bid
ding he pushed the door wide,
she did not change her position.
Even though his coming was—
just now—more than a surprise.
“I'm here,” Tony said by way
of greeting, “hunting for my run
away wife!” He didn’t address
Ellen at all; he spoke to Dick.
“Yes?” answered Dick, and
went on painting. “I didn’t know,"
he added, “that she was a runa
way.”
Ellen spoke. She spoke dully,
although she was in an agony of
anxiety and embarrassment.
“I didn’t tell Dick anything
about the house party—except
mat 10 come Dome sne women
Tony.
"I shouldn’t think,” said Tony,
“that you’d have to tell him any
more. Alven’s got sense.”
“Which he doesn’t always use,”
Dick threw in. All at once he had
thrown down his palette. “You two
kids,” he said, “had better beat
it away from here. I’m tired. 1
can’t work any more today. I sup
pose you had something of that
sort in your mind when you came
here, Brander?”
Tony still wasn’t speaking to
Ellen. He was speaking over her
head at Dick.
“Ellen ran out on us last night,”
he said, and his tone was cool.
“Well, it was a dull party, I don’t
blame her! As soon as I discov
ered she'd gone, I set out after
her, of course. But I got—” he
fumbled for wordB, “in so late
that I went to the club. When I
stopped at her place this morning
I found that she’d blown, as us
ual. If you—” his voice was wist
ful, “if you’ve really finished
■working—” there was something
pathetic in proud Tony’s appeal,
“I'd like to take Ellen out with
me for a little drive somewhere or
other."
“Oh, by all means” said Dick.
He was busily scraping bits of
paint together with his palette
knife.
Ellen hadn’t been consulted.
Almost before she knew it she
was clattering down the uncarpet
ed stairs of the build&ng with
Tony, toward the red roadster
that waited in the street outside.
Nothing was said about the
house party. Believe it or not—
nothing.
When the sun was actually set
ting, Tony left Ellen at her door.
This time he kissed the tips of
her fingers as lightly as it is
possible for a man to kiss the tips
of any girl’s fingers.
“I’m not suggesting,” he said,
"that we dine together tonight.
We’re both worn out.” It was his
one reference to the night before.
“But let’s get together tomorrow,
you and I. Maybe we can drive
again, somewhere. Maybe we can
go somewhere outside of the city,
for supper."
And Ellen, with the pulse in
her throat choking her, managed
to nod a quick affirmative.
“We poor working girls,” she
said, “like our moments of vaca
tion with our rich relations.”
“Don’t!” said Tony gruffly, and
left.
t t t t
The neat evening they drove
out to the country, to a little inn.
If their talk were a trifle less for
mal, now, it wasn’t because they
were speaking to each other as
married couples speak. It was
because they were beginning to
have a slight basis of reminiscence
upon which to build conversa
tions.
Ellen could almost settle herself
into the red roadster as if she be
longed in it. And Tony didn’t look
quite so finely drawn as he had
at the house party, when they had
had their encounter with Jane.
(Continued Next Week)
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* MAGNOLIA NEWS •
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(Intended for Last Week)
.For lack of time, your corres
pondent could not send news items
last week.
j, Mr. and Mrs. H. G. Finch an
| bounce the birth of a daughter,
Tuesday, December 18, 1934. Mrs.
Finch, was the former Miss Ca
jtherine Byrd of Magnolia,
v Cupid played big part around
Magndlia during holidays. Mr.
Ralph ^Sheffield and Miss Leana
Knowles motored to S. C., and
Hire re married Dec. 16. They will
| (cake their home at Willard at
present.
, Mr. Percy Blanton and Miss
Annie .Mae Brinson were married
in Wafrsaw at the Baptist Parson
age by, her pastor, Rev. R. C. Fos
ter, Dep. 20th and are making their
home rk'ith his parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Joe Blanton near here. The
pride is a daughter of Mrs. Cora
Brinaoh of Kenansville.
. Mr. Chauncey Evans and Miss
Annie Brown were married Sun
day, Dec J 23rd at 2:30 P. M., at
the home of the Bride’s parents,
Mr. and Mrs. L. W. Brown, Rev.
K. D. Rrown of Burgaw officiating.
They will make their home two
miles from Magnolia where Mr.
Evans is building a pretty Bunga
low. To these three couples we
extend best wishes.
Miss Florence Waters of Thom
asville is visiting her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. G. Waters.
Mr. and Mrs. Burke of Rich
mond Ipent the holidays with her
brothers, Messrs, L. D., Tom, and
Emmons Sheffield and her sister,
Mrs. Jim Wells.
;■ Miss Verona Peterson of Dur
ham is visiting her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. C. C. Peterson.
. Mr. and Mrs. Zeno Moore and
flaby of Greensboro spent the hol
idays with her parents, Mr. and
. Irs. Leon Wilson. Mrs. Agnes
Register is visiting relatives at
Ingold.
■ Mr. Henry Chestnutt received
message Thursday that his son,
Harry who is in Washington, D.
G., was knocked down by auto,
driven, by three negroes and bad
ly hurt. One arm and several ribs
Sere broken. He is in a hospital
tere. t
important Correction
v. MissL; Macy Cox, Chm., of the
Buildiqg Committee of Magnolia
Baptist Church corrects a state
ment made in several papers few
weeks > pgo, that the church has
been built thus far on the “pay
you^go” plan and kept out of
debt.\ That information to the pa
pers was an error. The church
has carried debt several years and
only few months ago paid last
note to the bank.
. Miss>»Lucy Ekholm of Burling
ton Spent Christmas with her aunt
Miss Ella Hall.
_ Mrs. C. C. Joyner has been ill
since Sunday but is improving.
Her Christmas guests were her
children, Mrs. J. H. Weeks and
Raymond Joyner of Faison, Mr.
and Mrs. Gilbert Joyner of Wil
mington and Mr. C. V. Joyner and
family of Magnolia.
' Joe Wilson of C. C. C., Polkton,
Marsden Wilson of Charlotte, Miss
Eunice Wilson of Greensboro, Mr.
and Mrs. C. E. James and little
daughter, Evelyn of Faison, Mr.
aftd Mrs. R. L. Jones of Harrels
Store and Mrs. Jewett Wilson of
Johnson: City, Tenn., spent Christ
mas with their parents, Mr. and
Mrs. C. R. Wilson.
Billie Rackley of C. C. C., South
port spent the holidays with his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Rack
ley.
Mr. and Mrs. Jack Alpers of
Richmond spent Christmas with
her mother, Mrs. C. P. Gaylor.
Mr. Chas P. Gaylor of Goldsboro
joined them Christmas day.
Alsa Gavin of Pineland College
spent the holidays with his mo
ther, Mrs. Clara Gavin. Charles
Lloyd Brewer of Tarboro was his
guest while home.
auQ lurs.
and little son, C. T., Jr., visited
her mother, Mrs. Mary Brown dur
ing the holidays.
School girls home for the holi
days were Misses Elizabeth San
derson of Flora McDonald, Red
Springs, Louise Sanderson and
Mildred Hamilton of E. C. T. C.>
Greenville, Melva Quinn, Eunice
Wilson and Bettisue Heath of N.
C. C. W., Greensboro.
Miss Vera Hamilton of Harrells
Store School faculty spent the hol
idays with her parents, Mr and
Mrs. Edgar Hamilton.
Miss Lucille Hollingsworth of
Mars Hill is visiting her parents,
Mr. and Mrs. F. O. Hollingsworth.
Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth Tuck
ed of Durham spent Sunday till
Tuesday p. m., with his parents,
Mr. and Mrs. M. J. Tucker.
Mr. and Mrs. B. C. Crabbe spent
the holidays at Tonis River, N.
Misses Lizzie, Almeta and Cora
J " >nt Christmas day
.son near Warsaw. Mr. and Mrs.
Johnson and family spent Thurs
day with them.
Miss Dorothy Kin? returned to
Wilmington Wednesday night af
ter spending Christmas with her
parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. B. King.
Christmas guests of Mr. and
Mrs. Jule Sutton were his sister,
Mrs. Sallie Tryan and two sons,
Erastus and Johnnie of Engold,
Mr. and Mrs. Marshal Blackburn
of Warsaw, and Mr. Matthew Byrd
of Clinton. .
Rev. K. D. Brown and family of
Burgaw were in town Wednesday
afternoon.
Miss Melrose Gaylor spent the
week-end with her sister, Mrs.
Jack Alpers in Richmond.
Leighton Merritt of Richmond
spent the holidays with his mother
Mrs. Laura Merritt.
Rev. D. E. Hill and family of
Portsmouth, Va., spent the holi
days with Mrs. Hill's father, Mr.
Theo. Middleton.
Miss Melrose Sutton of Kin
ston is visiting Miss Elizabeth
Tucker.
Guests of Mrs. J. A. Smith dur
ing the holidays were her sisters,
Mrs. T. C. Carr of Norfolk, Mrs.
r ranx L-auoway, nusDana ana
children of Clinton, Mrs. Norwood
Johnson, husband and baby of
Rose Hill, Mrs. A. L. Brock and
husband of Smithfield; her pa
rents, Mr. and Mrs. Jakie Rouse
of Rose Hill and Mrs. Kate Jar
man, Mr. and Mrs. Earnest Quinn
and baby of Beulaville.
We sympathize with our towns
man, Mr. L. M. Sanderson in the
loss of his mother, Mrs. E. W. San
derson, who died at her home on
Friday afternoon and was buried
Saturday afternoon.
Mr. Parley Potter has been ap
pointed acting Postmaster and
took charge of the office Monday
night., Dec. 31st. Miss Mary Su
san Wilkins will remain in the
office with him for a month or
more.
Mr. Marion Williams of Benson
came down and carried Miss Ina
Ritter over to Kenansville Satur
day A. M„ and were married and
went to Benson to make their home
there. And we wonder “who
next.” Indications are, there may
be others.
Messrs. J. P. and J. E. Tucker,
Mr. and Mrs. M. J. Tucker, Paul,
Hubert, Elizabeth and Miriam
Tucker attended the funeral ol
Mr. Oscar Lambert at Calypso on
Sunday afternoon.
Miss Nellie Sanderson return
ed to Thomasville Saturday a. m.,
where she holds a position.
Rev. F. L. Goodman of Ken
ansville was in town Tuesday a.
m.
Misses Melrose Gaylor and Ma
cy Cox motored to Wallace Tues
day afternoon.
“WHAT PRICE BARBER WORK"
One doesn’t mind paying a fair
price for a thing, if he can see
that by doing so he is getting
what he is paying for. He doesn’t
expect more or less.
There are any number of things
that constitute a worthwhile and
enjoyable visit to a barber shop
—no matter who’s shop it may
be or where the shop is located.
For instance: One sees a barber
pole or sign on a sidewalk that
designates a place where barber
work is done. He needs work or
he would not enter this shop at
this time. When he opens the
door a shuffle of newspapers is
heard and he sees a man appear
before him—quite like the un
veiling of a monument—the news
paper falls and we have a barber;
the veil is rendered and we have
a statue. The barber is alive. He
ambles to his place by the ch#ir—
at the customer’s service. Qlute of
ten it is true that the barbers are
working for other customers, in
that event the unveiling is mis
sed.
me Darner usually grunts a
welcome, depending on how he
feels himself. One then makes
known his desires and the barber
begins with what it takes to car
ry out his version of his custom
er> wishes. While one’s friend,
tne barber is at his service, he
expects to get good work by a
fairly competent man. One wishes
to rest a bit also—not be annoy
ed too much. Of course he re
members that after all it is a place
for the public he is in.
At least one should expect some
quietness certainly while he is
under a hot towel, but he usual
ly gets and enjoys more or less as
follows:. -.
During the time he is getting
bis work he is ear witness to no
less than a dozen jokes or short
stories that are usually cut and
dried stock. Or worse yet, the
barber, or maybe someone else,
launches on a mile length, hard
time story. One mpst mention
the fishing, hunting and drink
ng tales that flow fluently. Dur
ing all this the wails (near the
Floor and in corners) and the
Floor is bebUL4pttftd yi& what,
. ,
at the cuspidor.
There are times when barter*
must hold consultations. Usually
the one time warm towel is mudh
more like an ice cap when he re
sumes his work. One usually
smells and is eye witness to any
number of smokes while his work
is being done. Eventually you
learn, by some way or other, that
your work, the barber's version
of it, is finished.
It doesn’t pass unnoticed that
the price is fully as high as one
gets for better work in deceht
shops. • -
The customer is fortunate If
he got in the chair immediately
upon entering the shop. Watch
ing what is happening is more
easily done when the customer is
about ready to leave. But for
one to sit by a wall and wait for
many others to be waited on be
fore his turn comes is something
else. While reading the painted
ads on the walls—some of which
have long lost their meaning (if
they ever had a meaning)—he
hears no little of what the bar
bers think about the current is
sues of the town. Social, religious
and political factions of the com
munity are delved into also.
une notes that the barber is a
good smoker—practice will help
make anyone competent. He also
notices that the cuspidor is still
not large enough even yards away
and up high the dark splots reg
ister another loss for the cuspi
dor. That time piece he has now
in his hand is.telling him that
he should have been away long
before now. It is now his turn
and he is in the chair ready to
take what comes.
What is one to do in such a sit
uation? What can he do? Ho
cannot cut his own hair. He is
too lazy to shave or perhaps has
some other good reason. There
is no other place in town, or if
so, only one that is just as bad.
He must have the work done—
cannot afford to impair his ap
pearance. There^i? no alterna
tive. Sit and take it.
Next time, however, you will, if
it is at all convenient, resort to
a place where barbers don’t spit
on the walls and floor (and the
public will not if the barbers do
not do it first) and you can get
good work that is not spoiled by
clowning workmen.
Frank Veach,
Willard, N. C.
We have heard some people tell
jokes in such a manner aa to
make onewonder which part was
the joke.
ADMINISTRATRIX’ NOTICE
Having qualified as administra
trix of the estate of J. J. Tew, de
ceased, late of Duplin County,
North Carolina, I hereby notify all
persons having claims against
said estate to present them to me
duly verified, within twelve
months from the date hereof, or
this notice will be pleaded in bar
of their recovery. All persons in
debted to said estate will please
make immediate payment.
This 3rd day of December, 1934.
MRS. SIDIE P. TEW,
Administratrix.
Dec. 6-13-20-27 Jan. 3-10 —686
NOTICE OF SALE OF LAND
UNDER DEED OP TRUST
By virtue of the jiower of sale
contained in a certain Deed of
Trust from H. W. Dickson to A.
A. Joseph, dated October 29, 1929
and recorded in the office of the
Register of Deeds for Duplin
County in Book 315, at page 550,
default having been made in the
payment of the debt therein se
cured and said Trustee having
been requested by the holder of
the notes secured by said Deed
of Trust, to advertise and sell the
lands therein conveyed, the un
dersigned Trustee will, at 12 o'
clock M, on WEDNESDAY, JAN
UARY 16, 1935, at the Courthouse
door in Kenansville, North Caro
lina, offer for sale for cash, to the
highest bidder, those certain lands
situated in the town of Calypso,
Duplin County, North Carolina,
described and identified as fol
lows : '
A. A. JOSEPH,
Being lots numbered (1) one
(6) five (6) six (7) seven and (9)
nine on plat of land formerly own
ed by Thomas Pickford, deceased,
and known as part of the Thomas
Pickford farm as surveyed and
plotted by C. Beems, plat of which
is of record in Duplin County,
Register of Deeds office, in Book
216, at page 167, to which said
plat reference is hereby made for
more perfect and complete de
scription by metes and bounds.
Said lands will be sold subject
to all taxes.
This the 14th day of December,
1934.