CHAPTER V Anne, dressing for Betty Lan le’s party, thought of Charles, le had not been to his room, but e had read; his letter again and ain, and as she read, the things r mother had said had lost their ng. Marion, the maid, was holding t an ethereal frock orf flounced lite tulle. “You’re like a pic •e,” she said. Anne, looking into the mirror, shed she might show herself to arles. A little later, as she nt along the hall, she hesitated the door of the guest room. was open, but a screen had, n set in front of it. She peep around the screen and said, !har» ed; ib>. reading, alone and “Anne!’’ got your letter.!’ I shouldn’t have written it.” I’m glad you did.” Why?” Because now I shall never ive the things they are saying it you.” Dther people believe them.” What do I care about other ile?” She was flaming with championship of him, and) e said, “You are perfect in dress. And now you will go dance with Garry?” es. But I shan’t marry Joed.” ’’m going away.” xoing away? Where?” ^rt itA 1 *■ .1.1. _ ’o France. Mother and I.” Toil are going with your er?” st then Vicky rounded the ar of the screen. »h, here you are, Anne! Garry king for you.” hen she had gone Charles to Vicky, “She must not go "ranee with her daughter.” That do you mean?” she ask isnsely. d she listened, white-faced, he told; her. nor, in front of her long r, was late as usual. But iked to keep people waiting. i was wearing blue—a chif jn a hard clear sapphire that asized the color of her eyes. peads; her bracelets were of il and little slides of cry fastened the straps of her ire slippers. } asked as Vicky came in, you like it?” iry much.” |got the crystals at a bar today. Only dowagers and, ars wear real jewelry these ky let that pass. “Have you ute for me, Mrs. Ordway?” haven’t a minute for any I Francis is waiting.” II maid was holding Elinor’s I |of blue and, silver brocade. I took it from her. “I’ll ■ 'after Mrs. Ordway. And I ■ you’d go down and help 11 with the sandwiches. Mr. ■ ly is bringing some people Bjwith him after the dance.” ■ |o is he bringing?’’ asked I ;y waited until the maid ■ the door. “He telephoned I tectives to meet him here.” ■ ectives?” how stupid! I told; Fran co nothing for a couple of .Anne will find them.” ie won’t find them.” r turned slowly and faced Why not?” ause—I know who took (You Imagine] >9 >ut Anne's pearls? Oh, f renewed^™}* 0 %•*« ^ j .«»» ■■ uiha rttior cDPndirwi mo^OOO position because t* BISMA-REX At T. DRUG CO Tho R«»ll Store” PARTA, N. C. There was a breathless silence, after which Elinor said with elab orate carelessness, “Who was it, Vicky?’’ “I think I must ask you that.” Elinor’s head went up. "Well, if you knew, why didn’t you tell Francis?” “I preferred to tell you first.” “Why?” “So that you might put them back.” Elinor reached, for her wrap. “Vicky, do you know what you are saying? I won’t stand every thing.” “I’m not asking you to stand anything. I am only asking what we can both do about it.” It seemed to Elinor’s excited imagination as if Vicky, still and; composed, was like a marble statue, against which she would be shattered. “What can I do?” she asked sullenly. “You can tell me what you have done with them.” “Well, if you must have it”— Elinor’s eyes did not meet Vicky’s —“I took them this afternoon to Baltimore. I didn’t dare take anything of my own. There’s that diplomatic dinner next week and Francis would have a fit if I didn’t deck myself in all the fam ily jewels. If Francis weren’t such a pig I wouldn’t be driven to do such things. But I had promised Lucien that money today and I had to get it.” “You pawned them?” “Yes.” “Have you the ticket?’ “Yes.” “Give it to me.” “But what good! 'will that do when I haven’t the money?” “How much?” Elinor named a sum that seem ed to Vicky astounding. “I’ve paid all my debts and I bought these crystals.” “And you have none left?” “Not a penny.” “Then I must get it from my bank as soon as possible.” Elinor clutched Vicky’s arm. “You’re"going to get them back?’’ “I’ll do my best.” Anne was having a wonderful time at Betty Lanvale’s party. She was young and she loved to dance and men flocked about her. When the music stopped the couples began to drift toward the dining room. Garry guided Anne through the crowd. There was a hall to cross before they reached the dining room—a great vaulted hall, hung with tapestries and portraits of dead and gone Lan vales. Set out in stone urns were orange trees, heavy with fruit, and it was against the background of green and glossy leaves and golden globes that Anne saw her mother. As Anne came up Elinor said hurriedly, “I was looking for you, Anne. David and I are going over to the club with the Dorsays for bridge. We’re fed up. Garry will drive you home.” “But, Mother!” "What'/" “Oh, nothing.” Anne didn’t want to go with Garry, but her mother wouldn’t understand. There really wasn’t £my reason except that he’d try to make love to her. And how could she tell her mother that?” Elinor opened her bag and took out an envelope. “I want you to give this to Vicky as soon as you get home. Even if she’s asleep. I want her to have it tonight.” Just then David came up and Elinor went with him, her head high, her ©ounces trailing. The look in her mother’s eyes and the whiteness of her face had fright ened Anne. What was in that letter to Vicky? When at last she started home with Garry the rain was coming down heavily. “Gee,” Garry said, “This is something like it, Anne, isn’t it?’ “Like what?’’ “Oh don’t begin by asking questions.” He laughed a little and leaned down to her. “I’ve got you alone at last, my darling. Dead silence, except for a swish of wet leaves as they passed a great tree by the gate. “Did you hear what I said? 99 “Yea." "Why didn't you answer?” “Because I’m not your darl mg: The rain was beating now against the windshield, a cloud burst that impeded their progress and, obscured Garry’s view. At ist they stopped with a sudden i k. Garry opened the door and it out, and then came hack to )' iv, “There’s water in the engine. ’s hopeless to try to fix it in • is storm. We’ll have to wait i ntil someone comes along.” vjoky, waiting up for Anne, ’ -ordered why she did not come. It was a dreadful night and Vicky was nervous as a cat. She had had her interview with Francis who had arrived before midnight to meet the detectives. She had waylaid him in the hall and' had asked for a few moments alone with him. i “It’s about Anne’s pearls,” she [said. “I know who took them, but I’d rather not tell you. I wish you’d trust me to get them back and not push the matter farther.” “If it were anyone but you, Vicky,” he had said, “I wouldn’t listen for a moment. But you must have your reasons( and good i ones.” “Please,” she had implored. “Send the men away before Anne comes. Say that it was all a mis take and that the pearls have been found.” “But they are not found.” “You shall have them tomor row.” He had then dismissed the de tectives, and, coming back to Vicky, had talked of other things. Through it all Vicky realized his thoughts were turning and twist ing in dark channels. At last he had said, “I spoke bo Anne about going with her mother, but I’m not keen about it.” “Why not?” “She still needs you. She’s just a child.” “I know.” Vicky was staring into the fire. Francis, leaning forward, had said, “You’ve been more than a mother to her, Vicky, andl you mustn’t desert her now.” “I’m not deserting her, and I have thought of this. If you can spare her, I’ll take her home with me and we’ll spend Thanks giving with my people. She needs to be away from Garry—from everything.” It had been late when Francis left her, and now Vicky was wait ing. She went to the telephone and called up the Lanvale resi dence. A servant reported that Miss Ordway had driven away an hour ago with Mr. Brooks. Mrs. Ordway had gone on to the club. So that was that. As she won dered whether she should tell Francis there came, suddenly, the sound of a motor. She flung open the door to find Garry stumbling through the storm with Anne in his arms. “She’s half frozen,” he said. “Who ever heard of such weather at this time of year? My car stalled and I had to wait until someone came along.” Vicky interposed, “Who found you?” “Elinor and David. Coming back from the club.” “Elinor?’’ Vicky’s voice was startled. “Where is she?” “Out there in the car.” But Elinor was not in the car. She was standing in the hall. “Where’s David?” Garry asked. "He’s gone.” She came for ward, more like a wraith than a real presence. It’s an awful night,’’ she said in a toneless voice. “Has Francis oome in?” “Yes.” It was Vickey who answered. “Well, I’m going up,” Elinor said presently. “You’d better get Anne to bed, Vicky, and send Garry home.” “That sounds as if I were in disgrace,” Garry protested, “and nothing is really my fault. Blame it all on Anne. I asked her to marry me and; she wouldn’t so I ran the car off the road and asked her all over again.’’ He was trying to carry off the situation lightly, but only he and Anne knew that there was no lightness in him. For in that hour of darkness Anne had; defi nitely defined her position. “I can’t marry you, Garry, and I won’t.” And something remote and resolute in her manner had at last convinced him. Yet now when he left her, he lifted her hand to his lips. “This isn’t the end, Anne.” But it was said as one who, with his back to the wall, cherished! a forlorn hope. Anne smiled and then forgot Mm- “Here’s a letter Mother gave me for you, Vicky.” She was glad to get rid of it. Now that her mother was safely at home the letter no longer worried her. (To Be Continued) MattreMe* Cooa* Cheaper Host—“When I was a young man I always said! I'd never be satisfied till I’d smothered my wife in diamonds.” Guest—“Most laudable. But why in diamonds?” Worth Patenting “So, that new girl of yours is laizy?” “Lazy? Why, the other morn ing I caught her putting popcorn into the pancakes to make them turn over themselves.” A HELPING HAND FOR ALL American Red Cross Roll Call Poster for 1939. Today and Tomorrow by FRANK PARKER STOCKBRIDGE WALKERS . . hazard People walking on the highways account for more than 39 per cent of all motor fatalities, the National Safety Council has con cluded after three years of study of the facts and figures. Last year 12,500 pedestrians were kill ed by automobiles in the United States. We hear a lot about drunken drivers, but 13 percent of the roadwalkers killed had been drink ing, as compared with 9 percent of the drivers who suffered a similar fate. Children running into the street, and old people who became confused in traffic, figured largely in the year’s motor deaths. Most of that sort of accidents occur in the cities, where more cars are passing and more people are trying to cross streets. Where the police have adopted effective measures to regulate pedestrians at crossings, as in Washington, the toll of motor deaths dropped rapidly. The proposal to place all walk ers under the same sort of con trol as drivers is gaining adher ents everywhere. DUCKS ' .t . . stop Driving down the four-lane Taconic Parkway a few miles i north of New York City on a recent Sunday, I saw the car ahead of me come to a sudden stop. The driver signalled, and I direw up alongside of him and stopped, too. At the same in stant two cars coming in the op posite direction stopped a few: feet ahead of us. In a couple' of minutes there were a hundred or so cars lined up, honking their horns impatiently. What had happened. A mother duck had chosen that particular moment to cross the highway with her brood. With a dozen Puffy ducklings trailing in single jfile behind her she took her own | good time, waddling along with an occasional “quack” to her little ones, completely unconcern ed with the fact that she was holding up traffic on one of the busiest roads .leading out of New York. The word passed back down the line and scores of people got Out of their cars to see the amus ing sight of the duck and the ducklings. Everybody was good natured about it alL I have yet ti>, see the motorist who would ^Kberately run down even such to unimportant and trivial creat ure as a baby duck. i : ", __ DARKNESS toll Most of the animals that are killed on the highways, and a large proportion of the road walkers, meet their fate at night. One of the best drivers I ever knew was killed one night a mile or so from my place in the coun try because he caught the gleam of some animal’s eyes reflected by his headlights and swerved too sharply in trying to avoid killing one of God’s lesser creatures. Driving over Stockbridge Moun tain in the early morning I often see the pitiful reminders of the night’s tragedies. More than once, in the dim light just before sunrise, a pheasant has whirred up from the woods beside the road and dashed into my car, once shattering the windshield. Before the town built a bridle path along the road in front of our house, separated from the concrete by a wide grass strip, several children were killed each year by cars, right on the village street. Now the greatest danger is to the bicycle-riding youngsters of high-school age, who prefer the smooth highway and ride in droves in apparent disregard of the con stant flow of motor traffic. WEATHER ... war One of the perils of war is the danger that our Atlantic coast may be swept by storms of which we have no warning. The Weath er Bureau has worked for years to develop a system whereby ships crossing the Atlantic Ocean in both directions report the weather conditions at regular intervals, by radio. By charting these reports it has been possible to forecast north east gales, tropical hurricanes and other approaching disturbances carrying danger to small craft, water-front property or inland regions, in time to provide pro tection against them. Now hardly any ship afloat, ex cept those of the United States, dares to report its position for fear of German submarines. So many neutral ships have been sunk that none feels safe in let ting a possible lurking U-boat know where to find it. Even the few ships flying the American fi'ag will not be able to render the customary weather ser vice if Congress passes the pro posed law to keep our own craft out of the zones of warfare,. HURRICANES . . Headlines It is unfortunate that the first news of the tropical hurricanes, which are to be expected at this time of year, always comes to the newspapers from the U. S. Weather Bureau station at Jack sonville, Fla. No matter if the storm spends itself a couple ol hundred miles off shore, it is headlined: “Another Florida Hur ricane.” I have met many people, anc NOTICE OF RESALE OF LANE By virtue of a decree of th< Superior Court, made in specie proceedings for partition, entitl ed “Mrs. Mattie Edwards vs. Mrs Alice Rector et als,” I will offe; for sale at the Court House dooi in Sparta, at public auction, ti the highest bidder, at 12:00 M. on Monday, December 4, 1939, 4 certain tract of land containini approximately 74.6 acres, lyini on the waters of Little Riv er, adjoining the lands of Mac! Edwards, Emmeline Scott, Wil Edwards and Glenn Joines. TERMS OF SALE: One-fourtl cash; one-fourth on a credit o six months; one-half upon a credi of twelve months, deferred pay ments to bear interest from th date of sale. This 14th day of Novembei 1939. 2tc-23A1 S. R. NICHOLS, Commissione Twin Oaks Sparta P. 0., Nov. 14.—Mr. and Mrs. Lon Cox and three small children, of Laurel Springs, are visiting for a few days with Mrs. Cox’ sister, Mrs. Joe Bare, here. Mr. and Mrs. Felix Irwin and son, “Buddie,” of Berwyn, Md., stopped with friends here Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Brackins, Rising Sun, Md., are visiting rela tives in this county. Mr. and Mrs. Ivan Hash and children, of Ontario, Canada, are, visiting relatives here for two weeks. Mr, and Mr-. O. I). Hapne.r (spent .Sunday with relative;- :tt j Scottville. I Miss’ Madaline Sheppard, -tu jdent at Appal a eh On Stat- Teach ier.s College,: Boone', spent th0 [week-end with home folk at ISoottville, j Jack WaT.-h, Boon*, soont Sat jurday night with 'friends, here, j Several near relatives;', from I High Poin t at h led the funeral iof little Patricia Ann Sexton at [New Haven Church, Thursday. Mt. Zion ! Piney Greek P. 0„ Nov. 13.— Mrs. Maude Mason, Washington, D. C., and Mrs. Ruth Osborn, of this community, spent a recent night with their sister, Mrs. Flora Moxley, Topia. Edna Rae and Howard Smith attended the Armistice Day pro gram at Piney Creek Friday night. Mrs. W. R. Jones and Mrs. Jessie Dow Sumney, of West Jefferson, visited Mrs. Hallie Douglas Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Jones, Mr. and Mrs. Reuben Sheets and son, Russel Jones, and Misses j Dorothy and Jo Shepherd, of Mt. j Carmel attended the song service at Mt. Zion Friday night. Mr. and Mrs. Hallie Douglas have heard of many more, who are afraid to spend their winters in Florida for fear of hurricanes. That is as sensible as being afraid to go to Chicago because of the giangsters. Only two hurricanes in a quarter of a century have swept any part of Florida with serious results.' Long Island and New England, last Fall, suffered more property damage and loss of lives from the hurricane which de stroyed thousands of homes and levelled millions Of acres of for est, than Florida has ever ex perienced. The “hurricane season” in the Caribbean, where these storms generate, is over by November and does not begin again until July. With the rest of the world barred to Americans seeking peaceful comfort in Winter, the coming’ season ought to see . Flor ida crowded with visitors There’s, no better place I know to go, from December to May. and Dent Pugh were dinner guests in the home of Mr. and Mrs. Hi | Clay Smith Sunday. ! Mrs. T. E. Pugh and children, Logene and Fred, visited Mrs. Bell Blevins Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Moxley and daughter, Lorene, spent Sunday with Mi. and Mrs. Lee Black. Mrs. Virgie Pugh visited her uncle, D. E. Douglas, Saturday. Mr. Douglas fell a week-ago and broke his leg. Frank Perry, Peden, visited George Smith Sunday afternoon. Mrs. J. H. Parsons and Mrs. Coie Parsons visited Mrs. R. L. Billings and Mrs. Mary Cox Sun day. Rev. R. L. Billings and Lee Black attended the quarterly com feren. e at Transou Sunday after noon. Mr. and Mrs. Ross Bateman virited Mr and Mrs Halite Doug las Saturday night. Mrs. Elbert Ahsher and son, Max visited Mrs, S. E. Smith Thura’ay. Among those attending the song, service at Mt. Carmel Breth ren Church Sunday night were Mr. and Mrs. George Pugh, Mr. and Mrs. Hallie Douglas, H. Clay Smith, Dent Pugh and Miss Edna Rae Smith, Mount Zion. GEMS FOR YOUR SCRAPBOOK “HEROISM” “AM actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes." —Browning. “If Hero means sincere man, why may not every one of us be a Hero?” —Carlyle. “The reformer must be a hero at all points, and he must have conquered himself before he can conquer others.” “—Mary Baker Eddy. “There is no king nor soverign state That can fix a hero’s rate.” —Emerson. EXECUTOR’S NOTICE Having qualified as Executor of the will of W. P. 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