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IF 1* THURSDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1932 THE CLINTpN CHRONICLE. CLINTON. S; C. • FIFTH INSTALLMENT |done. “Will you have tea, or shall we wo should like to be alone, as it’s so Synopsis: Pauline, sentimental, j wait for Pauline?” j’onp: since you were here.” trustful, sincere and loving love, be comes engaged and married Dennis O’Hara in the belief that their blissful happiness will continue unchanged thru all the years. On her wedding morning she awakens^ with a strange premonition that maybe love does change, a thought buried in her mind “How long will she bo?” ' “Not long. I think she has gone to the sht>p.s for something they forgot to send.” “Why didn’t you go with her?” Dennis dragged himself to his feet, “t’onfound my leg! Wonder how long it will be before I can walk de cently. By the way, Mrs. Stark tells ! me she is clearing off tomorrow.” “What do you mean?” { “Yes. I wanted her to stay, but per “Only that you refused so steadily i haps it’s as w’ell—I shall have you ' to come and see me all these weeks | all to myself.’/ She snatched his ftand by a letter from her closest friend,! I thought I should probably find you and kissed it. ' Barbara, the night before. Pauline j had imn away.” “Baby!” Dennis said, smiling. “And adored Barbara, who had been inar-i Barbara laughed lightly. “You what about tea?” ried, was the mother of a child which;would have done, if you had com^ tp- “It’s coming now. PH, go an !<ee. died, but now divorced and living a morrpw, as you originally intended.”,’^auline rushed away, and Dennis life which some of her friends could| “You did not want to meet me?” not understand! Between Dennis andj “Oh, no. I merely had a-previous Babrara is a seeming wall of personal engagement ” dislike by both. Six months after Pau line’s wedding, Barbara come.s for a Denni.s’s eyes darkened. He had thought about this woman more than short stay. During this visit Barbara he cared to remember during the past confesses to Pauline that there is a| tedious weeks, and he had looked for- man she really love.•^, but she refuses | ward to seeing her with a queer kori to tell his name. Barbara decides sud jof pleasurable anticipation, denly to go home and Pauline insists j ^ dream that she had thoughts with a firm hand. Dennis drive her to the station. 1 | ki<jsed him and implored him to speak “Ungrateful devil!” he apostro- tnted, Dennis drives recklessly, her? Looking at her now he wasipbized himself an<l turned to greet th.'y aie in a crash. Baj'baia e.scapes ^ure it must have been. i lior as she came in. What moi^e could injun l>ut Dennis’ leg is hr()k#n. As limped over to the window and looked out at the little garden. Very' tidy and neat, vory suburban, he thought, and wondered why it had never struck him in that light before. Life was inclined to be humdrum—at least, his life w’as! Outside in the hall he heard Paul ine’s happy laugh, and he checked his he returns to consciou.^ness ht' learn.-^l w’ho the I man is that Barbara loves. It’.s him.self. Dennis spends .several' weeks in the hospital. Barbara re turns to stay w'ith Pauline, but on one pretext or another fails to vi.sit Den-j nis with Pauline at the hospital. Pau-i line plans highly for Dennis’ return home. Now’ Go Oh With the Story. Pauline w’as only too ready to obey. | This headache fitted in nicely w'ith' her scheme of things. It seemed provi-' dential when, about half-past three, I shel peeped into Barbara’s room and | found her still fast asleep. I .She was all ready to meet Dennis —one of the doc-ors v.fs h?-in-ring him • home in his car, a man named Stoi n- j away, with whom Denni.s had struck up u great fricnd-'-hlp, 1 It would be .so wonderful to have] Tiomt liuTn *ai homt again., TTu* moments seemed to drag. Everything had gone perfectly, the house looked a picture, j so Pauline thought with pride as she] wondered, about, unable to settle to anything. The little maiii came to her breath lessly. "Oh, please, madam, the fi-uit has not come for dinner, and it’< early closing today. What shall we do?” ^ Mistre.ss and mui<i stared at each other aghast; .then Pauline said firmly: “I’ll go round to the shop myself. There’s plenty of time before the master comes. She went on her er- ;] ‘ i tJt •>fy W tY 4*/ I i ( ‘Was it a dream that she had kissed him and implored him to speak to hof? Looking at her now he was sure it must have been.” Crandmother^ -J d i by Vivian Ha'jes But the memory of her lips on his’one de.sire in a wife? She was loving w'a.s real enough. land pretty and charming, and yet— Dennis looked at Barbara’s lips, ar-f “Doughnuts for tea!” she .said gai tificially reddened, and felt ashamed. Thank God, Pauline never made her face up—no rouged cheeks and dark- r'l’MC .V.\.N afijilsted her ttirs 1111(1 arose, her roiiiid hlack e.\es |•»>^usill;: lo iue»‘l Ui« jiileons t;ii/.e (d' the lillh* tdd lad.v Indore her “1 know you'll he reiiMdi .ihle, mother." she eoiieliid tMl. "iilid see I hill, Ueedilit: unUie.N as Edwin do(*s rii;ht now n< eonhin't do ditVer(dill.\ \Vh«>n pii dimi and Edwin hotmhf this hoiis«-oi \<iii to ened eyes. Almo.st angrily he con trasted the two women. Pauline with her simplicity and wholehearted de votion to himself, her interest and mnd with cheerful readiness, almost j happiness in the small things of life, running down the garden path. her pride in her home, her loyalty and It was the -slamming of that gate rweetness- -and then Barbara Stark! that woke Barbara; she started up,| A woman of the world, spoiled and ly. "You BOO, I remei„l.i-mt how fouclj ! ' lelliii;: .yon slji^ riuld here, a.s pc loli' yon; hnl llie Vl.iMNi is alisointcl.v need ed In S(d ns on onr led airain and you are of them, Dennis allowed her to install him; in a corner of the couch, submitting! with good grace to be kissed before kh€* gave him his tea. “Where’s Barbara?” he asked. “She’s ju.st comnig in. .1 think she thought we might like to have a little while alone,” Pauline said. was early astir. Sprigs (if holly graced the many paneil windows. The deep iirmcliair had la‘en druwij invii Ingly ln‘t‘(»rc the tlrciilaciv The plump and tender turkey was turning an ir lesistihle lirown. nnUtns, itirnips Mpiash and potaU*es — while and “.swci'ts”—were conking merrily. The cranlicrry .sauce had lH*en straimal and set to cool upon ihc pantry svindow sill. nnd. adtu’ring to a long (‘stal» lislicd |ti*‘c*‘(li‘nt. giundmotluM’ slipped away to don her t>lack silk dit'ss, lace cap and snowy .ipron, - She was l>ccoming a triilc iin\ioU!> ^lt(Mit lu‘r gm*si wlicn .she s|ii»‘d a raiint lignre coming up tin*, walk. She llutt('r(*d lio.spitahly to tin* doorw’a> ami li(‘amcd at the visitor. “1 di'clare I was geitiug wttjfried toi fear .\ou wouldn't come, alter all" she said. * l'(lwin and I'Jlie .\uu liii\e gone away and ,\(»u re to Imve dinner with me. ,ril disi* it right *ip 'Hie visitor's ga/.e rnst(med its«*lt 'ilton the loaded kiltie and ftower (•! speech se«*med to desert tiim .\t grandiiiolIter s r*‘(|nesf lie dex teronsly carved flie tnrkev. and liav '•f.y. r »»y Hki«kx ^AiSFomi lEltE was sadness In. the .lordoii’s cottage on Indian Hill. Eyen tlie merriment of an aprpoaching Clirist mas season could not super sede tin* fact tliat Foster .l(trdan was going hliml ItTlTd" ' ' was laid (Miongti. l>nt Foster “Oh!” Denni.s frowned. He wished conscious of having long overslept,, insincere. A “po.seuse” who had been' he could cure Pauline of her senti- and glanced at the clock beside her | taught by an unhajipy experience, no tnent. bed—haK-past three! " ; doubt ibrought ab^ut by herself, that Barbara came into the room. “Heavens! What waste of a life-hife was a bitter jest and that faith-. “Do I intrude? I’m ju.st dying for time.” She bathed hurriedly, dressed: fulness and loyalty were nonexistent.] tea. .No, please don’t get up, .Mr. and went tiwonstairs; her headache, And yet once—just for a moment—; O’Hara.” had not gone, and she felt' a little; he had .seen a glimpse qf tlu* real wo-, “Why don’t you call him Dennis?” Pauline asked. “ ‘.Mr. O’Hara’ seems heavy and depressed. ; man hidden beneath all the veneer of The little maid heard her in the hall ^ artificiality; or' had ^ that been tjie so silly and formal.” and came from the kitchen. I sham and this the real woman whO| “Well, if he doesn’t mind,” Barliara “Can I get you anything, madam ? 1 stood ht'fore him now, cool, unruffled, | said with a charming smile. Mrs, O’Hara said I was to go up pres- almost insolent in her self-pos.se's.sion,, “Delighted,” Dennis mumbled. ently and see if you were awake.” “I’ll have some tea, Please.Bar bara was at the door of the drawing “Ob, my -dear— Dennis— Dennis— .<peuk to me.” Perhaps he had dreamed those “No doughnuts for me,” Barbara .said. “I have to consider my figure.” “Barbie! when you’re as slim us a witli H cnstinner i('iriiing up riglii iidw ami willing io.^i.>Jiji; .ciisli welt, 'tw;^^ riottiliig sliTnl of |n'(ivlilciniiil. nntl the I deed Wits iiDidc out liisi iiiglit." Stic till Im‘I lip and reddened as she slmt a fni'live glance al tin* lieiil lig lire, then rushed ini. ncrvunsly' «M course yon’ri* to come rigid ovei witti I ns as .soon as Clirist mas is over. Piu k ! lug n|i will be easy, lor, knowing von <i I have m> further use for vonr mini t tine, I'^dwiii’s Pdd the customer he could liny it Jnsl as it stood, and. »»! course, the niom-.v II he .vmirs—a nice tid.v snni—for Mr. Craig was all car ried away with your hraided rug" ami old dishes amt fiiruitiire; said it made hitn tliink of his hoyliood home. “lies over lo the Clemlale saiiilail nm now for his healih g<n neivoiis. Hl'J.nw such thing. VktdF 1 iiinsi he nishiiig along." Halting in the doorwa.v, she <allc(| room. “Why, what lovely flow'ers!” words, perhaps they had been the con-1 willow,” Pauline protested, “Oh, dear hack sharply: “If that good for noih she said. “.Are we expecting visitors?” The maid giggled. “The master, madam! He’s coming home! It was to be a surprise, and—oty dear, I believe “The Money’ll Be^Voits*- , Sum." - him juring of a semiconscious mind,| -v/hat is iti?”—for the little maid Ih» hidiher of Edwin's comes ’roiiml founded on the thing that Pauline had) had appeared at the door, “Very well,| h»*re tomorrow asking for ns. yon send told him—“She does love soineone- frightfully!” there he is, and the mistress outT OTr, | Was htTthe poor devil, then—or the j room. '"TDoraesliic cares, you see!”' she I’ll come.” ) him ahoiit his hnsincss lively. He can She put down her cup and left the •mell a Christnins dinner u niileolT." . dear, what will .she say, not being| lucky man? It all depended so muchi^aid archly to Dennis.*. • Sunshine pour^UJniii the spoilc.s- tn mpet^im! It’.s long before I upon which way one looWd at"th^ Dennifr^dre^7uddehly,^’At'e^T kT'fi7liT*!rtn, h goMen flood, lingered lov his time, too.” j'quesTToh. — She heard Dennis’s voice and thej Dennis O’Hara sighed restlessly pleasant voice of finother man. | anti .shifted his stiff leg. He wished Tehlljr'afraid that one doughnut will spoil your figure?” " r Barbara laughed. “Not one, but one hav “No, I won’t come in, thanks. Youj -^vith all his heart that Barbara had might he the thin end of the wedge ive seen enough of me during thel ^one away before he came home. She i tQ other thi last “Tnonth. Some other time. Don’t :wa.s an irritating, disturbing influ-1 things that would.” I He frowned. “Such nonsense! You' overdo it, now—good-bye,” A moment, and Dennis was in the hall. He did not look ill except that he was thinner and walked with a stick. The little maid was greeting him excitedly. “I do hope you’re better, sir. It’s nice to see you home, I’m sure.” “Thanks.” ^ , Barbara waited for him to ask for across the hall unassisted, slowly and Pauline. But he did not—he came J attention, with ••ome difficulty; then he saw) “Steady her. Barb^ went foAvard coolly. “Wel come home,” she said. She gave him Imt hand. “Pauline w[ll be disconso late. She has just run out for a mo ment. Oughtn’t you to sit down ? There’s a fire in the drawing room.” “Thanka" Dennis's voice was rath er grim, but he gave his coat to the maid and followed Barbara into the "drawing room. When he was saf^^^ cnaeoaeed in the armchair-he looked -up at her. “You Vcame off better than, I did,” ^he said. “Is that wrist a memento?” “Yes, but only a sprain.’; Barbara waved her bandaged wrist in the air what little damage- hndLbeen cnee. , have a beautiful figure.” ‘Oh, Dennis—darling!” j What the devil had made him say Pauline burst into the room like a that? “I beg your pardon,” he mut- whirlwind and flung herself on her knees beside him. “And I wasn’t here to meet you! Oh, what a shame! Does your leg hurt very much? Oh, it is lovely to .see you back home.” Her arms were round his neck, and she was kissing him rapturously; even his coat came in for a share of tered sullenly. “Not at all.’*^ Barbara’s voice was quite serene, “It's a great achieve ment to have extracted a cpmplirnent from you.” “The truth is not a compliment.” “I think it is from you.” “Many thank^,” Deftnis said grim- my dear child!” Dennis glanced over his wife’s head to where Barbara stood, but she had calmly turned and walked out of the room. He gently put his wife from him. “Tou’ll have the maid in the room in a minute,” he protested. She sat back on her heela and looked at him with dancing eyas. “Aren’t you glad to be home? Isn’t it wonderful? Oh, Dennis, I could go mad with joy.” 7 “I shouldn’t do that, if I were you,” he sidd comically. He took her hand and pressed it. “Of course I’m glad to be home. StoiiiaWay brought me in his car. I asked him iu, but he wouldn't oonse.” ,, “Wiaa.ratanl I supposed he gness^ ly. “By the way, I feel that I ought f^fital. b«»anl and ihi:li,v ■•II the hriglit hriihled rii;'s and chiiiii «;|(iHHts Indeii with willdvvvvarf chinii and pe'i’tw. The gnindfiith«*i (dock decked ciMilenleilly In a «i>fiu*r 'riif* kidtle hiiniuied riniwsily. (JIccfiil the l•nll:^^.v sang one exultant twin*.; aft er aiHdher. 'I'he table with ita cheertui red dotli had h«>pn drawn up to the window dnintily set for grandma's hiin-hcon It will* the same tranquil siauic a|Miii which her eyes had rented on him dreds of other days, and uimui which after tomorrow, they would never rest agal , And tomorrow was ('hrisimas! a day when the frienill.v ghosts ”tnf all the t'iirislmaHes that were would steiid lovingly hnck. only to flee In ilig .Her\ (id liitt lid.sic.'iH, (!<*v(»l»*d sell iinrcscrK**dl> to eating. “.My land." mused giandmotiiei aglia.sl, • llial ereatiiic ninsi liave heen lasting for a week !" . .J'lil wlitai the Indian laiddiii};. |iiini|« kin pie and friilt cake had hiaMi tsiltai a ad they were picking plaeT7lT'r”al~iTiT That .Iordan, swatlied in haiidagcH fnaa the operation that had failed, knew tliai Hell'll emild ne\er carry on alone. It laid heen so e\'peii.si\e, that operathai tiiat had only served to laonoiiriee his doom more surely. .\ll their .su\ings were gone, and what could the nmst faitlifni of wives do, with u hahy Id arms, and a hlind hnshamF' The cot-_ tage Would go, too, and then- lie rous«*d hims«‘lf from these gloomy ' fon'hodings at the soiiiid of her step at the door. .\ud llml she should not think him grieving, lo* hegan to sing. “Foster," his wife called, as the door opened; “who do you suppose la here? .My (dd eliiiin I'aiiliiie West- land! You km»w, ilie eostiiim' de signer in .\ew York? I'anlina. this is my hiisliand that I've written you so much ahoul." , *'llow do ,\(*u dll. •Mi'-s WestlaniL Si»rr> I can't m.\ e.\es. you l.now—” “t if eour.se, I’m 'so glad to .vi.ii. .Mr. may I c.ill ymi Foster? lUdfii tia» |idd me so iiiucli almtil .xmi,.’’ ".\iid oh. I’aitliiie.’’ Helen inter- riiptt'd, ■lifre is .mr lialix Isn't he ad'iralde'" 'I hen in a whisper, "ho '•MiU m«ir4“—theeriIII, d.iiliiig' If vou doll I I'll er> and I iiiii in't do ili it !'* •‘Tile doctors give you no tiope?" “None wh.ilever But we'll get along- .somehow—" Ihdeii dalihed at lints. 111 e_ g u esi waxed talkative. "How i her eyes with fiei: h:iijdkereluef. ‘AFos- ^ter, de;ir," she said oioiul. •'yon were reiiiiiids me (d home j ringing as we eiiiiie In. NYoii’l you to apologize for amaahing you up. “Smashing yourself up, you mean.” “Well ,you hurt your wrist. Is it better?’' “Nearly well, thanks. I’ve had mai^ sage. It’s been a very snull inconveif- ience. I’m an idle person, you see, wijth nothing to do.” “Better for you If you had.” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh, why,?” the asked. He met her gaze squarely. ”It would keep you out of niischief.” (Continued Next Week). BUY COLLIER’S ColHer’s Magasfaa—$2.00 year. In clobe for $L7S. JAMBS W. CALDWELL Can S8 at 12 . J I'hrlKfniHS cheer! It must have been the afTecting pic .tiirc of those disappointed ghosts of other ('hristmases that lm|»elled grand mother to sit eriaot. swab her re<l eye lids, stiffen Her trerablinK chio and reMdve to thnist her trodhies Into the background ttl Christmas should be over “I’ll have a ^rletraas tHnner,” she planned, “Just as If qothlnx bad happened and—why. HI Invite Eilwin’s brother f” Fevelish with ezciteinent. grand mother bnrrled te do ber niar4ietlng and for the rest of the day the old kitchen |St>ounded with tantalizing •Miking fKlora, 4*brlsttiias morning grandmoChe* ihi.s It when I wiiH a little hoy — tills room—a facHimile!—ami you’—how you reiiiiml me of iiiolher! it uiuhI he great." he broke off sharply, “for you to have voiir-own little home all lo yourself— eh V The (.'hriKliiias snti was already set ling, retiiimling gnindiiiother that her hist day was almost over. NYlIh a sudden soh she slied her gallant gar metil o1 pretense, and in an over powering hunger for syinpalhy. she quavered out her sad little story. The gaunt visitor came Hroiind t(» Her side and took Iter, band eltinisy tenderness. " i "I’m not the guest you were expect Ing hut when I sirw thai dinner—well, you couldn’t understand imh*Hs you'd lived for three weeks on prunes and toast and skim milk. Anyway, I was ravenous from hunger and 1 haven't had g dinner of such pure, unadulter ated bUss since mother cooked it. What I came.over for today was to say—er—that—«r—why. my wife flmUt she wants to live nearer the city, so 1 want you to consider this house abso lutely yours as long as you need it. ITI have It put "to writing tomorrow.** He ahouldered hurriedly iQto bin coat, then baited Irresolutely in the doorway. “Maybe, some time,” he ventured, uncertainly, “you’d be wU- Itng to teach my wife to cook. I’ll |day for t# Sy MsClar* Newspepsr ■rs4lsst«.| 4WNtl S«r^) Hiii_' for I "a 11 li lie?" ‘ Yes, please itu." *‘l’m afraid I eafi’f." ••Y**s V41II e:ifi. dear. >•(*11 ■ .\fid s«i 1ie Hate.'. .\l last their gu*‘sl ruse ti» gn. “1 Ciin I tell .><111 Imw Fv»* eiijuved ymir 'iMc^s." site .said. "Fill sui glad I >tupped (>11 (III iii> vvpy hmiie fur the ht'lidii.v s ■’ “?’((i| Miiisl cdUie a',':lkl." ilelen an Fvve-ed, "I’va* eiil((>«‘d swiag yon so mm li." \ ••Fill pleased^ Id have iiM'lVnu. Fos ter, and t ttf :h .vou both a\hh*s.sed I’lirisiiiiaslide.” \ ha.vs pas.seil. and it was Chrisimiis. Bri-.:hl and early came a special de livery letter. “Deuresi Helen." it iH'gan. "1 have the grandest news for you! As soon KH I got home I phoned to JuU .Myers In New York. He’s staging a new show that I’m designing the costumes for and has been simply wild for some ’act to put in the heart throbs. “Well, 1 talked him into aeeing that a blluf singer would go over btf, tad raved about Footer’s voice, so It's all arranged. 1 am encloslag bis eback for tflOO, and If' you can ha ready wfr’II all go ba^ to New York to- getber. “With love for a Merry ChiiataMui PanHna.* b #. isst. Wvstsrs NewspMsr Uaiea. / .. «C-