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1 —— —— “THE GOuQ BAD GIRL" —BY WINIFRED VAN Dl'ZEN - - _ Chapter 10 “Changed your mind, eh? Well, 1 suppose you know what a contract t tween us means!" Winship White’s pray, "baggy brow.' bobbed up and down over his liked eyes. ‘‘Like min running very fast,’’ Mintsi thought. “No throwing me down in .he r. ol die of a picture. You star in a-. ‘Aurora’ and you see it through,!” “Of course, i won't bo uft.reir-.on. able attain. 1 understand new- ” But inside the dressing room he sut on thy wicker and cretonne cha - f longue witfi her hand burning against her face. “Hpni ,oi>—" . . But this! Get away -could she? Run past White out there moving steplad ders. pulling the cords from the gins> roof. Rush past him; go hack to Tranquility . . . He called. “Better hurry. 1 want this light.” No use running. Hurry . . there were little red marks below her knees where she’d Wound her stockings. She was shivering when she stepped around the screen. White looked over his easel nl> word! You're nearly perfect! You're the best I've ever—” “Honi suit ” Her feet were lumps of ice. Drag them—no, he was ninv ing backwards, eyes narrowed. She might have been, a Idock of stone. “Kxeellen, line, color—. A little thin through the hips—” Ileut rushed pver her face and ahoulders. “Galatea earning to life!' chuckled the artist. “Here! Don't you faint!” £ >jc “I—wont—” He threw a robe around her an! pulled forward n high model stand. She put her bare feet on the steps climbed through a blur. He placed cushions at her back; slipped wedges 4nd blocks under her elbows. “Don’t move if .you can help it, please.” He twisted colors from little tubes to a big palette, hung a cup to tit' edge. Then he placed brushes and eheeseclcidi on the step ladder heft:is the huge square of canvas opposite j her pedestal, lighted a cigarette and scrambled up the steps'in his ram i pled, paint-smeared smock. “Ready, Miss Marsh.” Shy he i:.,ted and again felt the in- j tolernbi .leaf from her brow to her ankles. “Iloni soil—” She let the robe lip. White worked rapid!v \,;th a brush. The linesmeant nothin; to her at first; they were angular and lilac, shaded. 1 hen surfaces emerged and gradually n slender, graceful figure She recognise.I the suggestion of a head; a short, straight nose. “Why,” she gasped, “It’s me!” White laughed. “A good model should share the credit for r picture.’ he said. “Mr • has everything to t.'o with its r.ucee .” It was an eerie experience, seeing herself repeated so before her very eyes. Not quite as she was, of course. The woman coming alive on the can vns was such a creature as she—. Mimsi—might he without her little imperfections; Hie certain small el t ncteristies that made her h, self. That woman was the most beaut. ful thing she ever had seen. “White secs bcau,y—” White saw her like that. With those quick, keen glances from his tilted eyes. She might leavn to see others idealized so. She'd be happier . . . That hair in the picture was spun sunlight, and the eyes laughed like running water . . . “Tired 7 ” “Oh, no." Ye<. when he said, “We’ii rest now,” she fumbled with the robe ami slipped down the steps in a faint. Site was lying’ in the wicker ano cretonne diessing room when she opened her eyes. White trotted h. bis aims wrapped around a steaming pot of ten. “Why didn't ycu say you were tir ed?” How can 1 look out for you when I’m working?” "You saitl not to move.” “Nonsense! I'm no ogre!” Then, seeing that tears were falling on the ■ robe, he added more gentle, “I hope it ha”,n’t been so bad. The first time. ’ “You’re been so kind! And lm. sorry and ashamed for what I said that day. I hope you’ll forgive me! ' He went out chuckling. Chapter 11 Mintti dionpud into the habit i f sitting with ft book until Trixie cam* home shortly after midnight. Thor, they would talk for an hour or two over sandwiches and delicatessen beer. She rarely fell asleep before two o •. clock. She began to understand what “rerves” meant; she grew moody and depressed. Mornings she breakfasted chiefly on quantities of strong coffee and went to White’s studw* feeling tired ai d dull. The curves went ont of her face, site developed a gardenia-like whit., ness of skin that contrasted strikingly with the brilliant color of her hair. Afterm --is, however, when she sat I before the enrol White luwl placed f. s I her in a corner of his big studio, a feverish excitement took possession of 1 her. Then her eyes sparkled like yet i', v. jewels and her smile flashed a.-. • she talk d to White’" friends—a : ir. •ruia; assortment, who dropped in ;ji. the tea hour. ' Manx of them were artists, young and rtruggling like .Merle Lange-., while others bore famous names. There were some'who reminded her of Willy Ferry; young fellows with too much money end plenty of leisure. Tin • sent Mimsi orchids and e*. pensive candy and beseiged her wiin invitations. Oeea-sionallv she dir.e.t ; with one or another of them. A ft > times she went t<* the theatre. Bids to night clubs, “a little shindy over in the apartment,” and we- '< • nils on Long Island she refused no j matter what efficient ehnpcronr.go, was promised. Aral White watched her under M* 1 shaggy brows. “I'd he war.iag to marry you my, I . If." he told her with his pudgy arm around her waist, “if I wasn’t a hart iilc'1 bachelor. Stand Vm off, my dear! You’re as beautiful as a while jade figurine. “And New York’s a game you ca i’t : licat!” She'd heard that before. Trixc said it. if) those very words on h >r i first night in New York; Well, she i keen out of the game. Rasy on.oug :• She Was learning :t !<n from While lb* wan . rathing in his criticism, hut i his rare word of praise meant sonie hing. She’d had been with him only] a month, ami already had done a pie- 1 time that he hadn't advised her >n tear up. Nothing much; just, a monochrome of that certain sinister house bail, home, brooding in the night. The bouse the. looked like the Flying Fish. Merle recognized it at once. Merle c;iire often to the studio. So j gentle end friendly—-what ri dear lie !. wind With oyer like I)nddy V . . 1 • Perry came too. bringing unrest. Why did he have that -urious offe-'i 1 on her? The moment he stepped In- | litde the door she began to tingle. j Something electric; Vet when he tried to hold her hand she laughed and j noshed him away. She refused to see j h>n outsido the audio, though Metfjs ‘ frequently took her up St. Nicholas, j avenue and helped her scramble eggs i or broil a chop. One evening she found a letter front Aunt Kate. Home was lonesome i without her! there's been snow that drifted .he roads and they couldn't get to town. Collectors . had corn’ : through and they’d sold a rush-bot tom chair and a pewter candle static,. Funds were rnther low . . . Th - old airadalo, Jinx, seemed to he griev- j ing; lie had a way of going to her j room and lying on the braided rug. J Had she found the right church ? Mirnsi was sobbing when she fin- j ished reading. “I'll send money home. How could I have forgotten! Sunday j I'll go to church—” It was one o’clock and Trix’c hmln\ : come in. Her hours were uncertain . lately and her moods unaccountable. She’d fly into a rage and then apo logise, weeping. Mima got into bed but no sleep) cante. She kept thinking of Jinx, I grieving: on .he braided rug. Her : thoughts wandered to Merle, to Perry. j The clock on the convent up the hill: struck three. Tomorrow she’d be j worn out,,_— . .Then -. he thought of Trixie’s nerve tonic. A little would make her sleep, no doubt. She found it in the corner of th. drawer, and held the -bottle in he* i hand, watching the white powder sift against the glass. Little crystals, j sparkling in the light. Her fingers were at the stopper when the door open softly. Trixie : eyes fell on the bottle; she leaped like a cat, hands at MiMsi’s throat. “You dam’ little dumb-bell! Tha'Vj whav you’re up to, i it? I’ll fix you!” ; Mimsi was flung across the room, : she hit the wall with a violence that ; knocked her breathless. “Trixie’? | been drinking," she thought in that instant, aid faced marling, too red lips and maddened eyes. Trixie, listen to me! I chdn t take, any of it honestly, honestly 1 didn't touch it! I wa■; going to. I thought-' it would make me sleep!" She I’e c ed hor.-eif t» smile, to | speak calmly. ‘‘You're tired, arr l |you Trix ? Was tonight lutrd? ‘Let j me take your hat—" Trixie slumped cn toe bed, twitch- j I ing. I "It's all right, baby,” she chattel on, 1 “You're a good little dumb-bell. 1 ti , leave you have it was it right (Vi ' you." Her voice rose in a howl, “Get j ! oui« here noev! Say. get outa here , before I throw another fit!” Mimsi fled to her room and bolted j the door. Trixt’d acted strangely he- ; fore at times. Noisy—wild—but '.in like third She was muttering curd there; throwing things. In a frenzy of terror Mivwsi pushed , a table against the door. (To be continued Copyright 1926-King Features Syn dicate, Inc. Faith or Fidelity? Joseph had just returned from the country. Mamie, his sweetheart, who worked at the McDonald's residence,' hud not written him during his absence and he greatly feared for her hcakli. Therefore, he went straight to the ' McDorald’s house, even though it was j after his customary bedtime. As he came into the back yard, he | noticed a dim light burning in the kitchen. He peeped in the window j •and behold—a couple locked in loving embrace. “I gue3s Mamie doesn’t work here any more,’’ said Joseph, and went on home to bed.— Princeton Tiger. -APRON GINGHAMS—5c PER YARD Limited quantity for sale. Limit 10 yards to customer. ,• y , —32-IN. DRESS GIWtSraMS— 10c— Pretty patterns. Plaids, stripes and solids . ... 10c per yd. —CURTAIN GOODS—10c YARD— White, Cream, Ecru. —SILK STRIPE SKIRTING—15c— Limited quantity to offer. Limit 10 yards to customer. —PAJAMA CHECKS—10c YARD_ Full 38 inches wide. Heavy quality. ROMPER CLOTHS— 25c— 32-mches wide. Big selection of patterns. The very thing for boys blouses, play suits, ladies house dresses, etc. A regular 39c value—Special ..... 25c —SPINDALE GINGHAMS—19c— Vv ide range of patterns to select from. Checks, plaids and solid colors: Special 19c —LADIES LISLE HOSE—10c— Fancy Pineapple stitch. A regular 35c. value. Black only. Limit 5 pairs to cus tomer ..... 10c pair —LADIES SILK HOSE—19c— Newest shades. Peach, Nude, Grey, Sun set, Champagne and Black. Worth 50c. SPECIAL .......~j£L. 19c pair —SHOES—$1.00— For Friday and Saturday Only. Ladies and Misses Strap Pumps, Cut Outs, Step Ins in Patents, Light Tan, Grey, Black Kid, Brown Kid. Values up to These are odd lots. Broken sizes ta$e% from our regular stock. Nearly every size included in this lot. Be here early and get your size. A SUPER VALUE..*..... $1.00 MISSES & CHILDRENS SHOES $1.00 About 100 pairs included in this lot. All kinds, all sizes. Be here early. Special per pair . . $1.00 —CREPE DE CHINE - $1.00 YD.— For Friday and Saturday Only. Full 40 inches wide. All Silk. All the sea son’s best shades. See chis Silk to appre ciate a real value. Special ..$1.00 yd. LADIES FULL FASHIONED SILK HOSE—$1.00 Limited quantity for Friday and Saturday Regular $2.00 value. Special .. $1.00 pair —TOWELS—10c— Good weight Turkish Towels. We bought 700 dozen to get the right price. Special at ..... 10c —HEAVY TURKISH TOWELS— Cannon’s heavy weight, double warp. Full size. Regular 39c value. SPECIAL, 4 for.$1.00 —CHILDREN’S SOCKS—15c— Fancy tops. All sizes. Regular 25c value. SPECIAL.. 15c — REMNANTS h PRICE— Big table loaded down with Piece Goods of every description. Here you will find real value for your money. Just | of the price marked. # —BOY’S PLAY SUITS—$1.00 Final clean up. All styles, all colors. Sizes 3 to 8. SPECIAL.$1.00 BE HERE FRIDAY AND SATURDAY We Are Giving Our Customers Value For Their Money. WRAY-HUDSON CO. —WHERE PRICES SATISFY - SHELBY, N. C. West Shelby News Personal Happenings Special to The Star Mr. and Mrs. Lionel Crawford and little daughter, Frances spent the week-end with Mr. and Mrs. C. D. Weast. Mr. and Mrs. J. YV. Silver, little daughter, Mary Margaret, Mr. J. Hyder and Miss Daisy Hyder spent Sunday afternoon with Mr. Hyder’s brother, Mr. Jim Hyder at Spindale. Mr. S. C. Tate and family and Miss Mildred Ramsey spent Sunday in Caroleen. Mr. and Mrs. Venner Hoyle visit ed his parents in the county Sundoj. Mr. Sam Dyer moved his family to his father’s near Zoav church, Monday. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Jones and small son. Lyman and Mr. and Mrs. iTom Bradley spent Sunday in Spar : anhurg, S. at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Summ.e Weast. . Mrs. M. E. McFarland and cl.ild 1 ren spent Sunday in Caroleen. Mrs. J. G. Ramsey who has been very sick at her home on Gardner St., improves very slowly. Mr. and Mrs. Bob Padgett cud children of Beaver Dam community spent Sunday afternoon at the home of Mr. and Mrs. C. D. Weast. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Kennedy an 1 children, Mr. and Mrs. M. G. Flaksr and children and Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Ramsey visited the Caroleen M, P. 1 church Sunday. Mrs, Summie Wcast a d childn « of Spartanburg, S. C. ■ ? spending the week here wit! ela! 3. A Sea of Soup A film director, doing color phoi ; grachy, gave a private showing of < ■ of his reels. Through it were scatters d some striking ocean bits. These were highly complimented 1 r all sides anti more than one spectut. .• ■tepned up to shake the director hand. ‘‘I never saw the ocean so green/’ declared one enthusiast. "Yes, I rather fancy that ocean green myself,” responded the direct I got that with a tank of pea soup ” —London Answers. — THOMAS DIXON’S — WILD ACRES — (SUMMER ASSEMBLY OF THE LIBERAL ARTS) Visit this beautiful mountain rendezvous as our guest. Personally conducted tours daily without charge, Real old fashioned barbe cue served at noon on Pcmpey’s Knob, 4000 feet in the air. WILDACRES will be THOS. DIXON’S masterpiece, and you should not miss this invitation to inspect it. ABSOLUTELY NO OBLIGATION. Cars leave our office, Webb Building, south side of square at 9 a. m. Return at 5p, m. PHONE 660 For Reservations which must be made in advance. NENA OLIVENAS PERSON Hostess B. L. JAY Division Manager. R. D. LAMBERT Tour Director FOR MOTHER’S DAY Surely you are going to give Mother a Gift on Mother’s Day, (Sunday, May 9th.) Then let me help you to de cide upon what to give. Let me suggest something use ful, some Gift that she will appreciate and cherish. A Chest of Silverware—a really useful gift that will last for a lifetime. A beautsfu! Clock for the mantel, one that chimes if you like. A piece of Silverware for the table or buffet. There are in fact, so many wonderful things from which to select your gift that it will be best for you to come in and look around. Remember to see FRIDAY’S “STAR” FOR MOTHER S DAY SPECIALS. George Alexander -JEWELER Shelby, N. C.
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