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THURSDAY, JUNE 22, 1933
THE CLINTON CHRONICLE, CLINTON. S. C.
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Ford Attacks
'jehts, Mr. Ford .said'neither collection
nor cancellation was of any conse-
Stone Succumbs
plain people of
; the nation are concerned.*’ i
After RdsqMe
. - . - ‘The people of neither the creditor
Ani)lllion of Ret^oaxlruction .Fi*tnor tilehtorsnations will ^et any !eal
nance Corporation Declared hen* fit either way,” he said. “The
Quickest Way To Abolition. paid for, dearly paid
-The shortest ci^
Detroit, .lune/lfi.
to the restoration of economic h:ii-
ance, Henry Ford said - in an inter
view today, wa.s the elimination' of
—the'^ “dole jsyjsieni." and one ^ pf the
quickest ways to ^limin'ate the dole,
he a(ifle<l. was to ‘X'et ritl of the "Re-
^ construction Finance corporatiop.”
INSTALLMENT ! ly around her body again. Hi.s eyes j we’ll In*/late and you know Mv . Car- “Recovery," Mr. Ford said, “can
far: .Joyce Ashton,'met hers in the glas.s. He was so much ter likes to begin on time when she’s come only up through the people,'not
poor stv nographer, in a skidding taxi-j taller than Joyce that his chin rested | giving a theatre party afterwards.” down through "financial or - political
cab accident in Chicago, suffered loss, on the top of her curly yellow head. | Most parties in Manzanita had a schimies. We must jmt work every-
of memo y Two years later she woke^ She leaned back against him, suddenly way of splitting up into couples, and w’nere—not the kind of work that pays
one rnornirg after a fall from- her aware of the fact that'she was almost Jdyce found herself taken in charge a dole, but a wage with a margin,”
-horse to find herself, under the name’limp with fatigue after the emotional by her-dimwr 4>art..nfer ._when thi‘.v nf-, ‘’The R.-F. A’..”-he
^ Hpiartanburg. June 19. — Madison
Stone, 20, who was shot in the ftbdo.
men when his companion. Miss Thel-
near
FIFTEENTH
The sioi v so
World
1 for, in cash and in every otheT tv.dy,, yg
long ago. Fvei y shot firad" in the ma Mart=in, wa.s, clubbed to death
paid for. 'The debts are ‘velvet’; *icre-four weeks ago, died tonight
tluy are the l^t rake-off. If we don’t He ha<l been held in connection with
torget them, our children will. ca.se by order of an inquest jury
t)f recognition of Russia, .Mr. Fonl
- f’xprr -^strd the^ befref sucdr-actioTT; tnrrr';
\vns of minor consequence. Russia, he
;aid. seemed to have been progressing
"very nicely” without recognition by to recovery when an intestinal ob-
thc L'nited States. struction caused a sudden relapse
He referred to the industri.al recov- early today.
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that investigated the death of Miaa
.Martin.
.^tone was believed well on the road
cry act as an “experiment.” the value An operation was performed this
Jdyce found herself taken
herself, under the name’limp with fatigue after the emotional by her- dimrer 4>a rtnei*
of Frili.s. married to Neil Packard, storm she had passed through, and terwards set out for the theatre. This
afternoon, but Stone’s strength failed
I n'lore than a
dole. '.It
as long
, , .. systematized
rich California fruit packer. She de- | smiled into the mirror. At that, he happened to he Paul Packard, much i (lotvsn’t relieve anybody, and
termineii to tell nobody of her predica-j whirled her around jnd crushing her to her satisfaction, for his company, it gtmtinues to function as tl^e .lis-
nient Init -^et about learning what she j to him again buried his face in her made it possible to sit without talking dole, we cannot’- look
could of her life in the interval. From j neck. “Oh'. . . dearest . . . most beau- during ♦he picture. Joyce deliberately f,„. lasting improvement fn eco-
the cor.vorsation of her friends andjfiful ...” shut her. eyes to the sartorial allure-j oynditions.
letter.- in h.er desk she gathered that' She put her arms around his shoul- mehts of the picture'and retuihed In “All I am saying is th?t the system
she had ix-en a heartless, pleasure-lew- (p rs and whispered shyly. “Oh, am I spirit to the little shack on the lonely making money out of money, and
ing young woman. One letter that all that ... to you?” hillside. - j being able to do anything withput
t'roubed her was from a woman sign-^ “And so much more that I can’t put IJefore the next afternoon she wa J money, is a wrong system, and i.s in
ing herseif Sophie, blaming h’rills for into words!” he murmured, kissing the torn by such longing to see Robert process of disappearing right now.
not giving a home to a iiaby Sophie! tip of her ear ... that she set out for Neil’s mother’s There are a few mole schemes we
wa.s caring for. Could it be her baby.] .After a while Joyce was able to put house in dragging rehellioh. Kven'must try before we .shall be fully dis-
Frills wondered! SThe akso found her-1 on her hat and then, with his arm Mrs. Packard’^ gentle gratitude and nllusioned and ready to start right,
.self involved in an affair with a man j around her, tJiey set out to walk to pleasure failed wholly to rout her and w hen we are all through, the
ni'.meil Maitland. In San Francisco., the car through the woods. constant sense of fi bstration. j country will- find itself in its right
where s’o.c went while her husband I .After she w'as in the car, with Dick- “I w'onder whether something i.s go- senses again.”
^""WaS av;ay'TTn Ru^hess, she hret Rbb^'iTXoh the .stmt beside her, Ainswmrth^ing Vrqng Th the biHiness,” M
r ^t a poet who.st' work she leaned against it with his
had al'.va;, ' admired. When Joyce re-i abound her and gave her
I'f which remained to be prove*!.
Mr. Font reiterated hij? belief that vapidly. Officers said he had made no
“nobody ever got anything for noth- statement to them before death.
lis, he said, inclutled those who——— i -r ri.,,., m.'
speculated in the stock market.
‘ Those who speculated in the mar
ket.” ho sai»l, “workeil harder than
■■:ivb<niv 4J^lse and got nothing f(U- it.”
Relieved By Taking Cardm
VHILCO
Radios & Tubes
Smith’s Pharmacy
“I was weak and run-down and
suffered quite a bit with pains in
my hide,” writes Mrs. Nick Bar-
ranco, of B»^aunionti Texas. '■! wa*
nervous, I did not rest well at
night. alf(l my appetite was poor.
“.My mother had used Cardul
with l)onelicial rt'sult, so I decided
to tak • it. I surely am glad I flid,
for it stopped the pain ’in my side
ami I uilt up my general health.
I twk seven bottles in all.”
♦ 'urtinl is sold at all drug stores.
turned home, vshe decided to be ple.xs-!' “Can’t I do the calling next <ime?
unter ♦*' Nell than Frills had been. Hut [We’ve got some serious talking to do
this line aas dangerous, too, for Neiljaliout this situation of ours. Tell me
Ainswmrth^ing Wrqng Th the bininess,” Mi's.’!
arms still Packard remarked in the course of thc,^ Fold
a final kiss, afternoon, “Neil hasn’t been himself costs
:^Ty
lately.”-
“I don’t know,” rejdied Joyce, “he
hasn’t said anything to me and I think
MrX
the money it;
matter. It isl
was pall; .tically anxious to win back^\vhere this mysterious aunt of yours i the business is all right.” She know
• only too wx'lb what was the cause of
Neil’s depression but she could not
tell hifi mother.
“Please don’t worry a-houl Neil too^- “1 am working out a plan,” he said,
.All at once she realize*! the amhig-i much,” she said gently, “I feel sure “w’heiei*y every Ford *lealer will have
-*ia part in Ford manufacture. Tliere is
no rea.son why every one of our 9,000
her !o e, .At his request they call upon lives!”
Neil’s rnoHiei. whom Joyce finds adoi'-1 Joyce dropped her eyes suddenly,
able. l>a‘..e’', she met the poet, R*)bert | “Oh—-please let’s leave things as they
Ainsw orth, un*l .■'everal times stoppe*!, are!”
lijTpb^ion To the “dot
went on, “is not
-that is a minor
the insult which the most efficient
country in the world hanils to men
who want work." •
.Mr. Ford said he was working t»n a
plan that in effect would mean "send
ing work ami wages -*lirect to the
people."
fur liinc'n at his cabin when she w'as
horseback ruling. One day he started
^to make lo'.e lb her.
(No’a 0*> On With the ►'story)
Ain^wo’lh lil’Le*! his hea*l, put his
hand uihier her chin and stared down
into h*'r face, .hiyce’s whirl of happi
ness filled her so full of emotion that
she couhi not hold it all anil a litth* of
Her heart heat
it spilled over in tears,
in rapiil ac«‘or*l with the violent lH*ats
whieh she ould plainly feel thumping
in Robert .\in-worth’s breast. He bent
down tiieii an<l kissed her eyes and her
lips. At first, just lightly, almost in
playful caress; but again an<l again,
and eai’ii lime, a little hariler, a little
more intenscK:.^-JAMii, finally, jiis.
dealerships .sh*>ul*l only .sell and st«r-
j vice cars. We could make it possible
for them to hire men to work on small
j parts. This would he sendingWork ami
I wages dirt'ct t(* the ^people of every
community.”
1 Regariling the payment of war
be all
rjght. 1 just tliihyt
“Dh, I’ll
Jldetq) viM y
“Well, you’d better take a nap t*»-
ly sometime. What ai’e you «li»ing.
FARMS
FOR SALE!
SeviM'al (le.'<iral)le for salt* in Laurens C’ounty.
We will assist you iu financing .seventy-five pt‘r cent of
the value of the farm over a period of years, at a low rate
of interi'st,"if you can raise twenty-five ih*)' cent as cash
payfhent. (’all to see—
mouth iru^he*! down on her.- ami it
was.as. if *slie were lifted out of hiii'-
self and b.aii lost her identity.
.After a few immlents he releu.>-ed
her ald uptly. Joyce, so weak.'^she hud
to lean against the bookshelves to
keep ht-rself from falling, w'alched
Ainsworth walk to the d*»or an*! stand
there with his back I*) her. She could
not speiik. It .seemed to her that they
stood thus f.ji an eternity.
Finally he turned aroun*! and smiled
at her again. "Well, there it is. And ~X~r '
what happens next? Does the Beauti- uousne.ss oP hei
ful Belinda depart forever in proud Hg; in in a day or two.
wrath ami leave the poor insulting .She was thankful for the unconven-
worm to live on with only the memory tional slant that made him answer^
of his one daring <leed or . . . ” 1^‘hv-jeheeufully, “Oh, all right. I have to
ing hi> -ientence unfinished, he took go up to the city for a day or two. I
a cigarett** and lighted it. Joyvi'.jthink it’.s next Tuesday.” ;
watching, saw hi.s hand shake as he “Oh, no, don’t , . . don’t
held the match to the tip.
Why did he not come back to her. “
anyljiitig special ?” he went on.
"No, I . . . giu*s}* not. I’m going to
run .«ml to your mother’s- for a few
minptes about n*>on ami take her some
iTTTH'ft lunl DmiK.i.i 1
W. S(01T FARLEY, RFUFIVFR
The First National Bank,
('iintun, S. ('.
A Iso-
Receiver, The Farmers National Bank, i.aurens, S. C’.
Joyce sat at her dressing table 'ami stared dreainil)
position.
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“I’ll t'ome
this i.s just a temporary thing. There
may.be some busine.ss deal in the air
that Neil is lirinoding over a little.
He’ll come out all right.”
■Ml’S. Paekard looked as if she were
giatefui for Joyce’s effort to ladieve
her mind but not wholly
slay away
long,” begged Joyce,
‘But you’ll come before 1 go? (Joo*l
that the matter was
sounded.
When Neil arrived,
and take Imr in his arms again? Why, i.,ord, it’s four v^'hole days till then!”Xn their leaving shortly after. All the
did he mit tell her he love<l-her? She^
had not repulse*! him.
“Dickie," went on .Ainsworth, sit-
Kveij though she knew it was late,
loyce drove home slowly.
It was maddening to have to go,out
way home she could not get out of
her miml that one .signifii'ant moment
when the pinched gray ness .of .Mrs.
ti^g down on the step and piicking up to dinner at the Carters’. It was to lie Backanl’s face had .struck
the dog who was nudging at him for!a more or less formal affair
attention. “U shouhl be possible, one |hy 3 “theatre parly,”
beautiful
followhd
would think, for a sweet,
girl to visit a man, even in a lonely
place like this without being . . . er . . .
manhamllcii.” He smoked furiously, j
Joyce, feeling her knees trervihling, sat j
dpwn on the urnf *>f one of the bigi
rddw’oixl chair.s and listened silently.
“But. you .see, Dickie, damn it, I’ve|
bt‘€n living here all alone for months!
and niontb.-*. and a man gets to fool-‘and interrupted her dreaming.
“Mother sure looked tired, ilidn’t
she?” remarked Neil as they drove
Both Mr. and .Vlrs. ('arter were de-1 home, “How was she during the after-
voted to Neil, but their aversion to ^ noon ? Did she talk much?” ^
Frill.s wa.s only thinly veile*!. “A little less than usual, I think. It
Wheri she was ready to go, Joyce seemed to exhaust her, Neil, she's
sat at her dres.sing table and stared i wori ylng about you. She thinks .soine-
dreamily at herself, wondering w'hatj thing i.s ...”
Robert would think of her now.- | They w-ere both silent. Joyce di<l
"You’re looking 'stunning tonight,'not dare ask what it was that was
Frills!” Neil had come up behind her trouliling him because she felt so sure
ing himself with his smart delusion j Joyce .starteil
mrds
she knew,
and Joyce lay
awake a long time that
thal tte’.'v >e]f-_sufficient, that the lid is^blushed furiously, part}/"in "iKjmit of night seeing the situation with an ap-
on goi)*i ami tight — until, suddenly,; shame at fieing cauj^fit' so obviously [mlling clearness, frdni every point of
along ci>mes a girl, not just an oi di-1 admiring herself, partly with annoy-1 view'. “I w as ready enough to con.
nary girl, you kn*>w, Dickie, but onejance at being force*! to a realizatitm jdemn Frill.s for treating Neil the way
with sweetne.s.s and beauty and intelli-lof Neil’s'right to so aildress her. She .«he <lid. 1 was disgusted at her for
gvnee, ijne who is a particular joy to jumped up and went to the closet to ] having an affair with Maitland. .And
I>e with, ami—well ,then, bang,ve\’ery-,,jret her evening cloak, remarking ca.s- now, just* becau.se Rol>ert Ainsw’orth
IS off!” I ually in a voice of which she tried to seems to me to be worth a million Ar-
thing 1 1 ■
A chill descen<led on Joyce. She felt keep out all trace of her nervous ini- thur Muitlanils, it doesn’t make any
a vast sickening fear settle down-be-1 tation. “Thanks for the compliment, real difference. If 1 deceive Neil that
numbingly over her. What did he hut the credit is really yours. It’s a way. I’m hurting him, too, and I’m no
m'ebn? [)id be—was he sorry for w*hat “lovely di^s but T courdhT Inave had better than Frills was. And , and
had happened? A flame of white hu-jit, if'you weren’t sucFa generous pro- . . . Oh, I feel like a miserable worm
miliation burned Joyce with intoler-I vider, my dear Mr, Packard.” Uo be taking all this luxury and love
able pain. She must gel away ijuick-^ Neil took from her the luxurious without doing’anything to deserve it,
ly and hide herself from the thought, cape of sea-green Transparent velvet | even u.sing it to . . . to hurt Neil so
She sroO*d up and tried to speak in a and they went downstairs together. i terribly. If only he didn’t love me so
casual, ordinary voice. “I, think, Dick-j“By the way, mother telephoned me-much. And ,h« was so happy for a
ie it’s time for air:', . to go.” |a little while ago,” he said, “the doc-, while. It was almost pitiful how grate-
*Ain;'Vorth jumped to his feet, drop- tor has ordered her to stay in bed a ful he was for so little. Oh, I can’t
Dickie’ unceremoniously, and ^ days and she wondered if you bear to ... to think of it even.” Joyce
Besides Birthday Cards there are General
and {Wadding Anniversary Cards, countless
^V,
styles for persons who are 111 and Convalescing,
Baby Congratulations and Birth Announce-
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ments, and Wedding Cards, Friendship Cards
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and Mottoes, Sympathy Condolence and Ac
knowledgments, Tally Cards, Thank You Cards
— and then some others.
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ca^e to her. “Look here, Joyce! Don’t li^ould come tomorrow afternoon and I buried her face in the pillow and tried
-oh what shall I .say ?
jfo. You’re
her in his arm« kissed
took
He
her
sit with her for a while? She's mis.sed to^ stifle the sobs which shook her,
you lately . , . and . . . you know ... At breakfast the next morning Neil
again and again. Then he looked into and she's so happy at the way you’ve ’ glanced at her and said, frowning anx-
her eye.s, met her anxious smile and been to her . . . “I’m worried,”^he went jiously, “Didn’t you sleep. Frills? You'
said softly, “Oh," what is there to talk]on, as he laid the.lovely cloak about j look kind of pale and dragged out this
We don’t ni*ed any words, dot her shoulders and for a moment held nioi'tnJng, dear.” f
abbut
we, darling?
'her to him, “there’s something wrong
^ ^ Joyce’s nerves were on edge after
Joyce .-ho«;>k her head without^npeak-'about it. I w’ish I knew what to do.” her stormy night and” Neil’s concern
ing. She was swept back again to the “Oh, I’m so sorry,” exclaimed Joyce,^ed tone struck her almost like a blow."'
heights of joyous happiness and she “i’ll go tomorrow and .spend the af-jTo her horror she felt her eyes fill!
clung to him how unquestioning. ternoon with her. I’ve . : . I know I’ve; with a quick rush of tears, 'The wor,- .
At last, however, she drew herself neglected her lately.’’ ^ j ried look.on his face deepened, “WhyiJ
^ away and stoo’d up,, straightening her, “Darling, that’s sweet of you ... I sweetheart, what’s the matter? Aren’t'
silk blouse with nervous hands and wi.sh ... I wonder . . . Frill8,\^hat the you well? Does your head ache? Why
hastily combing her hair, which Ains- j devil can I
worth’s caresses had rumpled. As sheMi-n’t there
jtood in front of the mirror, he came
do to
win you back'
any chance for me?”
“Oh, please Neil, don’t!” cried Joyce,
didn’t you stay in bed?”
But Joyce swallowed the lump in
her throat and summoning all her
r '.jwoa in iruiii, wi. vnt —.---I -w.., .. ......w... Biivt ..v:. ,
up tiehind her and put him ams gent-[“don’t start that again . Come on, j self-control she answered quickly,'
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