The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, December 15, 1932, Image 7
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THURSDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1932
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THE CLINTON CHRONICLE, CLINTON. S. C.
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RUBY M.
AYRtS
© OoOtLEMY MtAU CO.
FOURTH INSTALLMENT j she had warned him that he was driv-
. Synopsis: Pauline, sentimental, | ing too fast, he had deliberately acce!-
trustful, sincere and loving love, be-'crated instead of slowing down. She]
“You/f^ different.”
P>arbrra fro’ r.od:
“Woli. for one
A caiasiiiv vv ca viicaii, iiv-v a ^
• blissful comfortable one, and s’tood beside Whereas Dennis—’
ichanged I waiting for her sobs to cease. j Pauline broke ii
comes engaged and married Dennis helped Pauline to a chair, not a very you rntn, :■ like me, don t you
O’Hara in the belief that their blissful
happiness will continue unc
thru all the years. On
morning she awakens
premonition that may
charge, a thought buried
by a letter from her closest friend,! would have been much worse if you “If you-two coul^ only bo friends!”
Barbara, the night before. Pauline I hadn’t been there.” . _ , Pauline said for the millionth time,
adored Barbara, who had been mar-i Barbara di*ew her hand gently. Barba'a tlivv a cigarette er.J fire
ried, was the mother of a child which! away. . ^ ward
. / . .. nr At •' t At/ ty 1 t -A I 44.TV ?_ ^
are bad enough as it * ”I^t :'nis an 1 I can nc’.cr bo fVioh.ls.” 4^:
died, but now divorced and living aj “I think th^' ^
life which some of her friends could | is,” she ,‘^d. she .«aid positiveha ”And what '’ h's it M
not understand. Between Dennis and! ^ho Iptiked across the i-oom at Den- lUAtter? Xo doubt it’s all my' fault.”
Babrara is a seeming wall of personal nis. He was so white, he hardly seem-1 Pauline shook her head “Xo, ^
dislike by both. Si.\ months after Pau- |edAO breathe. Supposing he had been I think Dennis, is a ; nvmh to blame
line’^ wading, Barbara comes for afjiilled? j you r.ro.” she a/.ritied. “1 ’s such a
short During this visit Barbara : Pauline had ceased sobbing, but her Pdv, because you re da’-’ing, and ^*’
confesses to I’auline that there iS'" a breatli kept comin.g in little gasps, j ^
man she really love.>, but she refuses She got uj) and crept close to jthe bed. know, P.avbic.
to tell his name. Barbara decides sud- “Dennis.” she whispered again, but Ibir’oa'u Inni'b- l.
dvniy to go home and Pauline •f.sist-' hear 'her, ^'he bent and 'ti t.ie -m I.i*. '
n cc man, vou
Ihal Pa rtn'T-no'nv’d
. * the w.'ok
that Dvrm-.s
Denn:-* diive her to the station. Irri-m,fj|y j^i^sed his cheek. Sht
tated, Itennis drives recklessly, j,) Baibar:i, tears :aining down would 1h* hv me on l r’.d''y.
they are in a crash! Barbara escapes : • 'i'h.'ve Was’a ’nmm. n’t s:lo:V.'0»
injury but Dennis’ leg is h^-o'.en. As
he re’virns to conscio'asness he learns
who /the man is that Bar’oara lo|e.s.
It’s h in. elf.
.\'o'.v do (tn With the Story.
then
rf --
Tiu- man he.sitated to reassure her.
“XoLoJy killed, mis •, nothing to he
scared about, dust a bit injured and
takmi to the hosjiital. My orders were
to fe»t h yoii.”
“I’ll eojlne now. ’
Pauline flew upstairs. She
I
was I
har<l.> con.sciou.s of what . he was do- !
ing. A hat and coal any hat. any |
,coat- a Avoid t> the nnid “It’s the,
master ” how’ she l<)ve<l c:illing Den- '
nis ' !;e master “he*;^ been hurl - the j
car, sonvhow.” ‘ |
At: 1 .-he wa - uownslaiiv again. “Oh.‘
hurry. hjurry'I” she implored t'oe offi-^
cer.
Th' car moved off down the road,
her .s**lf-control. “How did it hapiaui?
My husband is such u wonderful
driver! ”
“( dlision at Ihe crossroails. No-
HckIj' -seems to |kmnv whose fault it
■Rf ■
was.
Pauline hardly heard. “How is he
hurt? Ills arm—leg? Where is he
hart?” - -
“I couldn’t say. miss.” Why would
he in.Aist on calling her miss when
she wa- a married woman
•"fi
‘Denni.s!’* I*auline was down on 'her knees beside ium.
sobbing broken-hearttNily.
my «?ear. '
At that moment Dennis stirred a
little and flung out a hand. Pauline
when .she j seized it and covered it with kisses.
was Dennis’s wife? It was not digni-j “Darling—darling!”
fied. “.My orders was only to f'M^ch , i l ti
, ^ „ t He opened his eves. Thev weie
you and to say it was not serious. i i , u i ’ t-u
. u r u„..I tu’owded .still and lar away. They
*‘I .see. She sat staring before her; i ■ i r -.u .
searched her face without recogni-
“Will they let me take him huine?”| Barbara said calmly, tui-ning the page
rethink it would I>e. very unwise, of a book she wa.s readiiig:
“What a pity” 1 sh.nll have to go to
town on Friday’.”
“Barbie! Can’t you put it off? 1
wanted to celel rale. I've a .ked Peter
to di/.ner ” •
“I’m .lOrry. but I’ve |•••o•ui.-'ed to
'uneb and go to a tbeai.-** wlti Cap-
, , , , , seareneo ner laee wmioui refugiii- tain Bainet!” '
with bond eyes, her hands clasped in. , , . ^ i> .
her lap K,n; then h.s I,ps noveH slowly, fau- . .„lin, poi ap., to sit on,
Suppose he were dead and ,h ‘ ''h- arm of her f.-i-nd'.. chair,
were afraid to tell her? To Ihv a wid-1 “Barbara?” The name was unr.:r, ! “i wish von woubin’t go out with
ow when she wa.s only .so recently a takable. . ^ th.'t nmn. Barbie.” ,
wife. .Ml her pretty frocks would be j Pauline an.svered a* oneo: “Xot “.My dear .soul, why ever not?” I
quite useless-—she would have to wear| liu.t. Slu* s all right, quite all iighC “n»'’s iTUirrie»l. ’ '
black. .All sort.s of mcongruou.-s! “^es. ’ ihe fainte.st worn of sat.s-i
thoughts kept tumbling over ami ovej’ tit‘d assent; then hi.s
in her dazed mind. She turned sharp-! i^gain.
nrsf >rtune, not his
■ • ■ . ' .•* .'o ir ( ■
eves
-Mr
the
.sed.
Pauline tuhmd to Bar.iara. “He
wanted to know how yon were. Isn't
that like him? So unselfish Oh, are was in min
you siue-the will be all right"”’
“Quite all right, dear, lan'k, I think
adeep now
;s a nus-
iie
ly to -he man beside her.
“Theie wa.s a lady with him
Stark—was she hurt, too?”
“Ju.st a .shaking, miss I saw
"lady my.self—she was veiy ilisin
naturally, nut not hurt, I .-houl<l , , , ..i
She moistened her d.y lii^. Suddenly Pauline . poke . .fov.y. I
“Ifov. rnuch fnl.her is it?” Mnn’t hrlrrr? he recognixetl me just
“Just around the corner by that red ndw. 1 don’t believe he even kr.'*v who
building—the one with the weather- I was. , ..
cock on it.” i * suppo.-e he -iid .-he said
. VOienjhe tar stopped she stumbled; o^eniy. “He was only half conseious,
blindly, evailing the officer .s, you know.
out
“Wei!, that’.; hi.-
ciose<l fault.”
“Do you think marriage
fortune, then?”
“Ve.-;, in nine e!i'e> out of t"n. It
it is in .ler-’v’.-. You. 1
dare .spy, will b<* the great e\"-otion
that ri'-Os-es the ruli .”
“I wish y'ou ve-en’t so cyn’cal.”
“Life my soi* of life, at leris* >
mahe> one cy’n/al. so don’t v'vry
your 'ittle beafi ah*, it me I’.ii (piitc
lianPv in r<iy own way.” ,
1 h'oe was a hort silan.a
Paalinc asked almost .-’hyly; “I
Bainol the nvin you
!cared about?”
v.
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proffered hand. Cp t^e Steps to the! Pauline rai.sed tragic ryes.
tiig otien <loioi. “Where i.s he? I amj “Hut he asked Xor you,^ he kiieAvl l.+»vsh-. J.
Mrs O’Hara. My husband has been .vour name—he hadn’t forgotten that , ,,p., ij
hurt. Where is he? ’ ' VO’-i were with him, though he seemed
The maddening waiting, the lot mal-i to have forgotten me, she adoed
ities! Pauline had worked herself into slowdy.
a frenzy by the time someone said,: Barbara diil not answ’er.
“Please come th^s way”; and at last; ‘ * *
she wa.s^in a small room with a .single! It was a month befoi-e..Denms was
bed There wa.s a smell of drugs in the allowed to be taken home. Pauline
air, and the pr.lished floor felt hard fretted and worriinl. but tkmnis him-
to h*-!’ feet. Silly to think of .‘^mail self aided and abetted the doctors.
then
.rvy
you >71 id' you
“ —> »o*>d
s no* my -ort. V.'e’re
'"00(1 fr;''ends, but I eouhl.i’t fall in
’ove with a nmn wH» only ta]l:e'l
about h''rses an*! d*igs.”
“.And you really mean to go on Fri-
dpv?”
“I’ve nromi.se 1.”
“It’s bocan«e sh»' <lo'-sn’t want to
mfot Dennis.” P.-uTne houQ'ht bitter-
,Iy. when Bar’^P ’’* had left hf’. “I
thing.! like that at a moment when “My dear child, it’s far better to that’s what it is. Why «lo those
her whole being should have been cont leave me where I am. You’d on.y dislike each other so much, I
centrated on the man lying there—his wear yourself out if I were at home, v/rmdor?”
head bandaged, his eyes closed. “He didn’t say he was anxious to Then .suddenly a brighti idea came
“D'nni-'” back home,” Pauline told Barbara yjgj. jf Dennis was well enough to
He did not move or seem to hear afterward, almost in tears. Barbara home on Friday, he would be
jjgj, ! had stayed on during Dennis’s illness ^.^jj pnoujjh to come home on Thurs-
Someone standing in the w’indow.—reluctantly, it is true, and only af-‘Hay. Barbai-a should not know, and
turned, came forward. Barbara, of; ter Pauline had begged and implored should be asked to dinner for
course. • Thursday instead.
“Dennis!” Pauline was down on her I She said now’^in an-swer to her I qj.,g plan.s as happily as a
knees beside him, sobbing broken-j friend’s words: “Work means every-! taking only the maid into her
heartedly. * 1 thing to a man like Dennis •— it in- confidence.
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Barbara put an arm around Pauline; eludes you and his home and every-
and lifted her to her feet. | thing else.” ^ , ...
“You must control yourself. They! Pauline reflected, then she sighed,
won’t let you .stay here at the hospital | “I suppose you’re right, she said
if you make a scene. He’s all right. I
promise you. Pauline, you know I
would toll you the ruttL”
“I know—but he might have been
kill^ How did it happen? It couldn’t
have been Dennis’s fault, he’s such a
careful driver.”
“It was at the crotaroada,” Barbara
explain^ “It’s always .hard to say
who ia to blame. The ^n driving the
other car wasn't hurt at all.”
In her heart Barbara knew quite
well Dennis had been to blame.
*Vou understand men
at last.
Barbara flatly refused to visit Den
nis in -the hospital, though Pauline
protested that he would think it un
kind.
Barbara laughed. “You flatter
she said mockingly. “Besides '
Illness and hoapiUl wards—the ^ell
of drugs iJways makes me feel sick.”
Pauline’s eyes grew wistful.
“Wouldn’t you eome and see me,
then.
tter me,”
s, I ^te
And on Thursday Barbara had a
headache. /
“Nothing much,” she told Pauline,:
w’lw went to her room and hung over
i her with solicitude. “It’s the kind of j
headache I get when I know any ex-|
ertion lies before me. Leaving thisi
comfortable room, for instance, andj
moving on. All my life, I seem to have,
been moiring on,” she added rather |
drearily, and then as she saw the con- j
cem in Pauline’s eyes, she sat up with j
sudden energy. “Don’t take any notice
of me. Send me a strong cup of* tea i
and leave me in peace till tea time;
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