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$ / » A A a THURSDAY, JULY 27, 1933 THE CLINTON CHRONICLE. CLINTON. S. C. jf ^ i*« ■ A ifc iDooi^ he know that you.are the only- A few miles farther on 6kl jf-WrIey ; means of transportation and that—do turred to the side of the road and l^ou have 4 rejfular day for making stoi)pcd the enjrine. “Hunjrry?*' he I this trip?” asked, facinj? around. j “Every Saturday.” “Do you want to eat heiv?” a.-ked “Well, then,” he continued, pleased jrlanced about wi*h with his deductions, “Mr. Snavely (knows that we’re cominjf on the sanje day you brinp the mail and I’m sure j he’ll meet us. We’re rather important 'visitors, you know,” he finished with a half-embarrassed smile. WANTS PAGE SEVE2« FOR, RENT—S-room bouae on my street- Apply to J. A- BaileyJ eye.« narrowed to slits ^airainst the brilliant lijrht. “Can't we jro on until we come to a stream or a tree- any where out of this awful heat?” \\ AXTED—An automobile passenger to ChicafTo for the world’s fair, at. reasonable part of expense of tyip. Apply to Chronicle office. FOR REXT-^Two or three upsiairi adjoininir rooms, furnished or un. furnished. Mrs. F. K. Shealy. Itc FIRST INSTALLMENT at th.^ money order window exchani^en Old I barley Thane snapped off the a significant glance, and an old-timer ignition with a thick, square finger. —who never lost opportunity to la- < aulioviily. the decrepit car roiled for- ment the passing of the good old ward into the only vacant sjiace on times — opined to a neighbor that, the street and .stopped, its front tires when' Charley Thane war sheriff of .snugiy against the curb. The curb was this hero county, sheriffs had a heap paintej a faded red; and across the more to do with posses than fore- “But how do they get to to v.C'” “They don’t come in so very often. “Kenneth-— her husband “I’m mighty sorry *’»plied the old man. conscious of a ct.rtain quivering By the ^time Old Char ey had re- petti.shness of her voice, turned with a small sl;eamor trunk . afraid this is the best we la.^hed on the rack and three hags and <^an do. There ain’t no trees on this a guitar ca.se on the floor of the car. «oad—’ceptin’ a me-squite or two—and the little family wa^ waiting. ** stream s plumb impo.sslble. If we Crawford. The family rode in the back seat. *<‘‘1’' direction the first T^-pp.vp,Trnv' 4.4- crowded together in recognition of the be the Gulf BITER.. adding machine re- of California.” ’ P*>*™ by traine»l expert at half us- The girl .shi-ank back in the seat: price. Ubrk guaranteed. Bargains FOR SALE- two months 40 Poland China plg-s, old. $;L00 each. Roy Up strangeness '^hortlv after of their surroundings, the outskirt.s of th-* town sidewalk was the entrance . of the post office. Leaning his big forearms on the wheel, the old man gazed dis- interOstedly at the sidewalk glaring in the morning light of the Arizona sun." Behind him clattered the street traffic, its progress occasionally interrupted by the loose-jointed rrngtrig of the ’ The girl appealed to with questiordng eyes. ^ For a long moment the two young had been pas.sed. Old Charley heard ber eye.; ,daitcd over the ilesolatc people faced each other. ; the young man’s voice ' raised with land.scaiw as though imploring it to Then with a shrug of helplessness forced cheerfulness. “Were you ever R^luce a tree, a hou.se, an animal— ( the husband turned to Old Charley, unpaved road before, Ruth? I anything Tamdiar.,She sai(| aiothin>g. •‘We didn’t understand how it would believe I ever was.” For a long , . u ^ * * * * be, I expect we’d better do as you stag, time this scrap oT convcM-s-ition linger, marked the young man cheerfully. When Old Charley returned to the gest. We only have a small trunk and I '*• ^be mind of the old man. Streel,_ carrying a large government some bags they’re still at the sta-! As the miles crawTed by. Old Char sack weighted with two letteTs' tion. • 4^t‘y'^^Oled into a physical and spirit-^^bl (barley busiyd himself with-a Charley nodded cheerfully in u.sed machines. Old niachint'a btmght. any condition. Zack Thomp- .son. care The (‘hronicle. phone 74. Ip IIOUSF.S FOR RENT—Three bunga- closure sales. Well. I can ^^tand a little food.” re- lows. Coo<l locations. .Moilem con- “and Dave. here, has already starred on the lunch.” lie spoke to his wife. mail awoke. “Mornin’, Chief,” he said that of his wife. Old CKa’Dy s lower and a post card, a young couple am,! qu a five-year-old boy were standing un-i..i,*inp. if ^jve me the checks ade close ' i i,^, gelling the stuff loaded while and bew’ildei -1 folks sec about youi’ lunche.s. I’m 1 can’t take you any nearer the I ranen house than the gate, though. you?” “Oh, yes. We wrote Mr. Snavely some time ago that we intended to ar- certainly in the strip of shade semaph'IV suspended above the inter-l his car. Discomfort .section half a block away. nient enveloped the three as one per-1 j,y A pa;*- of legs clad in khaki serge son. The little boy wms tightly ••imiied [ house than trousers wandered casually to the: to his mother’s Torefinger and ’ j Are they expecting front of the car. Old Charley’s gaze hand of the husband was very near moodily, lifting his eyes to the other’s lip_liuuciuid.aUghtlywitE-lus—tbaughv fare. ” 1 of “I'shaw, now'.” us he notet. the face “ How iy,. Chet,” replied the pql |ce- j of the '-lender young man; ho had seen j man in a -oft drawl. He glanced specrj mahy .«if(:h_fa('e^” new lu Arizona. ulatively at the car and inquired,] "Are you 01 — .Mr.— .Mr.—” the/ “How’s coughin’ Lvna a-feelin’ her young man {jaustnl and looked toward Old Charley ual eomfort. .Although he never pae’kage of sandwiches. “We’re fiiid- thoiight about it he always felt so. things a deal different than wv after the tow'n had ebbed away and t we. Ruth'* There, the (1 "-'ert flowed in. something about all this I like though By now all trace of man-made 1— be swept his arm toward the sky- things had \anished. Only the road bne; then opening the door. .stepi>ed He faced behind itive- though they had been re-Uy wonderful 1” .He tried Ui take a deep v-niences. One ?i-room honse. two (5- room hou-'Cs. Rental $15.00 a month for each. .1. F. Jacobs, Jacobs & Com- V»arty. telephone 23> and 134. 27-4c .things had \anishetl. Only the road ‘oen opening me u«H>r. sie j w’us left, lying straight to the south- **^<1 stm>d beside, the car He f I west like a thin wedge, its point in (be di.stant butte, now slightly be the range of distant mountains which (bem. “\ou know, this air is posi rangt' bMiked as I live today. It can’t be so very fa»'.cently thix)wn along the horizon by a bre^ith into his ruined lungs, but chok. tiom the gate to the house, can it?” ' sort la>* a **^'1 minute before he - About ! ive mitt-sj-I ^Inudd judge.” sky-bourn! ocean of gray-grOen andspeak again. “.Anyway. Tie grin- “(looil Lord!” Tbe young oianTweathered brown. Far to the right j weakly, this air was certainly glanced curiously at the peo|)le on the'jutted a single, butte—craggy, barren, | niade tc» breathe. PHILCO Radfos & Tubes Smth’s Pharnacy oats'these days *!*• the girl at his .side. “Thane,” she supplied, ‘are you Mi'. Old Cliarley sighed. I>eaving the car in gear, for the emergency brake bad'•> long ago retired from active service., ('barley smiled, his eyes on the he ea-el his unwieldy body to a girl. He observed to himself that she standing position on the pavement and I pre\ty, high toned, and m^hty vindictively .slammed the door. i vvj^rm. “Acs.” he said aloud. “1 ~ , Old Charley Thane.” am ! ,A tcn.,ion relaxed. ‘‘We were tuUi ! liy u police officer,” said the young man hesitantly, as though exiiecling liis words to Ih* cut short at any mo ment by a cough, “that you were go ing to a place called San Jorge, car- j ‘'ying (be mail. We were told that you ; occasionally carry passengers.’ Old Charley nodded. "Yes, 1 can ' tako ytni tmt that way.-W lie re ouu.., 'are yoM goirg? .'-^an .loige is a pi.L.y hig valley.” Tilt* hu.shand laughed shortly. ‘‘vNe are tr.Niiig to g't to a farm and 'he po.-t office addle.-; is San Jorgi*.” ‘‘.A ranch, de'ir, not a farm.” .-'ai l , the girl, “a eow'iaiitdi the i lead l.i.n- lern rancli.” 1 I'lic eye- of Old Charley nairov.i .i I incredulously. He hesitated for a mo- iineiit. “Are you real certain it’s the sidewalk “Well, then, 1 suppose we’d utterly alone. The air, thin, unlieliev-i helter telephone Mr. Snavely and «bly clear, was a thing of blinding make sure that he will meet us. W'e’veili^ht and tiuivering heat—a parched! already tridd'to find his name in the'thing which drew moisture from the j directory ” hips and ma<ie the sjiin like dry paper. I 01(1, Charley shook his head. ‘‘The' A fence of three strands of barbed' line stops about two miles after you [wire joined the road from the direc leave town,” 'tion of butte and followed mile after ‘No t 'h jihene?” Thi yiumg man’sl|uik*. Then canje a gate, and fastened 1 brows puckered. ‘.N'o Icleiihonw -” he to a post near-hy, a wooden box with a spiike clowly: the idoa was quite new . tin can on top. Old Charley turned to him. "Btit how do people ” he' fr*»m thi road and stojiped within easjf paused and became niori* thoughtful, reaching distance, and reaching into |“Wel!. hilt .say, Shavi'ly knows all thi.s. the .•^ek fie tiVinsferred the post card.; (Continued Next Week! Announcement 1 wish to announce to my friends that I am now connected with, Worltman's Dry and Laundry. l*HONE 77 ALGIE BOBO SEE Farmers Exchange Phone 157 — For — SEED POTATOES. FRESH VEGETABLES ALL WEEK. (leaners ('©mplete l.ine of Heavy Jiiid Fanc\ Groceries. FRESH FISH Thursday, Friday and Saturday M 1 .Tr.v. ' Old t Iwirley settled into a physi- ral and spiritual ^comfort as the miles crawled by. «o j,nod, Buck. Not so good. Top half of tite windshield fell out oh the way in.' “A bpdy’d think,” remarked the police man, nod<ling toward the yellowish stencil on the side of the car, “that so long as Uncle Sam got his IJ. S. Mail brand on her,he could afford to give the old girl a truss or somethin’.” Old Charley grunted assent and stepp*‘ ! upon the siilewalk. “Seems lik» congr^Vs just don’t have the timej to get ’.oi.nd to anything important.”; The two men remained motionless on the I'lirh. At last the officer slgiht-; j Dead Lantern you want to go to. | ; Tlie young man glanced inquiringly, , at his w ife, then at Old Charley. I I “Why, ye.s -tliere is such a ranch,! isri’t there?” i "Yes, there’s a Dead Lantern all ] rigid.” I I “The ranch we want to visit is call-1 ed the l>ead lainlern and the addres.sj was San Jorge,” .spoke the girl;.'“it was formerly owned by .Mr. Hanjr/- (ifey anci a .Mr. Snavely. .VIr. (irey tlied i recently. Do you know of the place I and can you take u.; there?” "I go by the front gate, ma’am.” I “Excellent. Beihaps if we start soon [we shall he in time for luncheon? VV »• lean s*“nd in for our luggage later thi , afternoon, I suppose.” Old Charley did *n)t miss the ton.* in which this was .spoken. .Also, he did not miss the fact that she regunl- ed him as a taxi driver. ‘‘If you want to go,” he supplied, “I’d he glad to neither strong enough, nor safe enough, nor quiet enough - — m for the body of a quality car like CHEVROLET !y shifted his position, then ''akii you, but it’s eighty-five miles to | ‘ Anything new oyei joui wa> ? ithe Dead I.antern and the road’s noth-i OltL. t barley, con.sidered cai efulli. j brag om You can get them toi “Things are mighty dry,” he admitted. Ills friend of fifty years nmlded. “Grass got a had deal last winter- had the year I lost out.” “Had,” C'orrc'./orated Old Charley. “Dry spring .so far, too. Come a dry| ITuhTmlv^a';^ 1 “US cattlt nien'H-dm -weH 1 by the buzzards.” This hurst ot con- versati'/ii . had apiiarently ‘exhausted j the two of'further talk. I to make He’ll lie com-, two for quite' can maybe stay' attic in the' “What do you hear from the b(>y?’ a.sked the officer suddenly. Old ‘ barley brightened, “found a letter w hen I got in last night. U ill’s doin’ fine, he tells me. Los Angeles taa. estate’s as g<»od a way mon^y as any, I reckon, in’ home in a month or a spell — thjrk.-; he oven to help me w'oi k the fall.” “He’s goin’ ti> torg some of the days. Old ( bailey’s eyes shone .said caiuiously. "Things might work ou; that way. s-i'c enough.’ The pol '/en^an lookcl into friend’s face. “Vhat^ sign si.11 uo tht Dead La.ntc-’. n “Still uj).” The two regarded q to go hacK but he Why is it that every 12- cylinder and 16-cyUn- der car in America has bexiies of steel reinforced by hardwood? Wily is it that every make of car selling for over $4000 uses bodies of exactly the same ty]^? Why? Fofthe same reason that Chevrolet uses it exclusively. Because every test and every experiment have definitely proved: STEEL ALONE IS NOT ENOUGH! The trouble with steel alcme is that it stands just so much shock and punish ment. Steel alone is also inclined tl rumble and rattle. BUT—when you put thle two together—a heavy, staunch steel body over tough, solid hardwood — tH€h ^h<r hardwood” miTr6rora~THe" steel —and vice versa! And the vice versa! And the re sult: the strongest, safest type of body, such as Fisher builds for Chevrolet. ^ CHEVROLET MOTOR CO.. DETROIT. MICH. All pricet i. o. h. Flint, Michigan. Special equipment extra Low delivered prt and eaay C. M. A. C. terama. A General Motora Value. TO f/ A IIS at “Ihere’.s something about ail this like though,” said Kenneth. each othei "U’ell,” sai' for the l»ui up a lunch for you cream jiarlor over there. in that .And if "fm V. perhaps a minute. , policeman This s.ngle word exin e.ssed can get your baggage on Ihas car we o | L’ridrahly that the p*)!iceman haJ been , better do it. There’s no machine on very mueh pleased to friend;; also, that he had e corver.sation and hoped to see Thane soon. Old Charley «. h'i.s old j the Dead the plete reciprocation with a noil, and 'of' ho a train the glaring sidewalk for the .somber,tljanthn^ Laniern and I only make one trip a weekB’ “Eighty-five mile.s?” The girl made' com-1 caught her breath, “Surely there must train—isn’t there a town nearer 9,» No’ni^There’.s a .sjiur track from .Mexico that runs about thirty miles from the ranch but they only u.se it at cattle shippin’ time. The young woman looked from her Do you KO of light of the post office place was crowded. Seven the crowd had been in Arizona for more than ten Shears and each of these greeted the old man before he had disappeared behind the door which led: hu..»band to Old Charley. through the rear wall of post boxes, mean that thus ranch is eighty-five One per.soh thought it necessary to i miles out in the wilderness and there «ah-OUL.C;^^»adli?n:t even . machine on the plac^^ thiVnian stoppTd htiff willi,“Heiro,''l!“r’voice Was Irem'uloB.*^' am a am ^ . ■i Sheriff!” Whereupon an elderly couple I “That’.s about the size of it, ma'am.” V /