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TOURSDAY. AUGUST) 24. 1933 THE CHINTON CHRONICLE, CLINTON, S. C. t' we could put thin;rs: we\di(\n’ I ..n’t want to, walked away from the well and Ruth Snavety’s face', see anymore.” ^ , | followed. “I ffot that Jersey for milk— spat the words Ann said" hothinpr. . ** , solely for milk—traded a lonpr year-;u.sed for nothin’ on this place! '“I’ve often wished I had a place ® can stay but by God I Avhere I could put thinj?s I’ve done that slaughter her. Besides.” he ain’t never touched it an’ I ain’t never I shouldn’t have done.” The haufr'nty stopped beyond the; Roin^ to!” ■cast of Ann’s features'softened; she hushes “we vo pot pood milk for our i looked into the pirl’s eyes and nodded ! 'sliphtly. " j “Oh. I see. It seom.s like pond hu.si- I Inside the encirclinp frinpe of un- oess to have a milk cow, then. .Mr. jderbrush a half dozen sun-bleached p'^oavely, about that well, I—” ! planks lay uixm the pround. .\nn turn- “You’re dead ripht it’s pood busi ed back the neare.st of these, disclos- ness. I told Grey that when we first FIFTH INSTALLMENT Synipsis: Ruth Warren, living in to scrape an area which might have I tossed aside a huge chunk of been covered by .the ranch bathtub be-! adobe which partially obsti uc the East, comes into possession of, fore the palms of her very white, doorway, as though the heavy earth three-quarter interest in an Arizona hands develop puffy red mounds, ranc4-, left to her in the will of her extremely tender. The hoe in .Ann’s were cork, it was ha,rd to think df the giante.s.s as a woman; her enormou.'. inp a black hole. She tipped the wheel- started up. While he was puttin’ in a barrow and t’ne trash slid from sipht. new windmill, and the tank, and the j Ruth caught her breath without know- cement water trouphs I looks a' ound jinp v’hy—there was sonv'thinp w'eir.i and pot hold Of that Jersey—she’s al-; '.’ion _ in the silent way that load disappeared roatiy paid for herself in ihe poor lit-* - peihaps tla."-c wa.- water in the hole, tie weak calves she’s nursed.” e;y close to the top. Ruth took a step They were passing the woodpile and just as a sudden roar of Snavely stooped to j)ick up the axe. “Ii “Well — I—‘I’m glad you will use boards, Mr. Snavejy,” said Ruth-un- c?riainly, and left him. 'Fhat evening when the girl and her family went into the ranch house for supper, they ^ere sorry to see that Ann had a long cut on her cheek. .Snavely explained that she had done it on the catch of the kitchen cup board. (Tontinucd Next Week). I he [rom the the blackness, trash hud just iorwaid, sound belched only orother, reported | to have died huge hands ripped up long scrolls of | strength and size were so foreign to She screamed while on business in Mexico. With her'earth untiringly. the girl’s idea of femininity. .And al-; struck bottom. ailing hu.sband and small child, she' Much might be .said for Ruth’s Ann looked at her. “It ain't nothin’ goes to Arizona to take possession, j bravery in attempting to do any work | 'Ruth felt that but for her presence thinking the 9limate may prove bene-j whatever, but as a matter of plain Sugarfoot w(|»uld have carried how' deep is it ficial to her husband’s weakenedjfact she was afraid to do. anyt-hing ^ ^’pbversation. Several ' “’Way tlec'p—a hundred feet. I rock- lung.s. Arriving at the nearest tow'n, else. That moi'ning at breakfast Ruth had tried to start fvicr.vUy ^on. T’ne foi'KS what built the doin' dig Hurricane News come/ ai> here for this me and .Ann’ie goin’ to butcher. We need meal, (’an’tl couple of days in this jes’ an ol’ well we throw stuff into. “How—how do'”' '•= It. keep it moie’n a weather. l)ut .Ann’ll jerk a lot of But we’ll have fresh meat for supper. i He smile.l. “Don’t reckon you ever had 11 chance to eat beef a half hour after it wa-i killed. You want to come down Mr. and .Mrs. .A. I.. Nabors and chil dren and -Mrs. Durdan spent last Sun day with Mr. and Mrs. .A. D. Rumph. 'T she learns that the ranch, “Dead Lan tern,” is 85 miles across the desert. Charley Thane, old rancher and rural mail carrier, agrees to take them to. “Dead Lantern” gate, which was 5 mile.s from the ranch house. .As they| ^ wearily walked past a huge overshad-j .Snavely’.s interest in the ranch owing boulder in a gulch in coming ^.^s only one-quarter. Yet, while this the “Go is cold and suspicious. Snavely and Mr. and Mrs. S. M. A’oung spient last week in Newberry with Mr. and M-s. R. W. Young. Mrs. C. C. Young spent last Friday had asked if .Ann could help her and ,^®**^ .Ann but with no success, god it years ago. But they never found u> the corral and w'atch us butcher?” , . , . i j . • , Snavely had replied, “I reckon she'“No-no. thank you. Mr. Snavely,'"’^” "chine, i The girl shivered. Something in nle.asc fence that horrible well! I won’t can, if you need help.” All day this reply had rankled. She told herself that Ann was merely a , ' servant employed on the ranch and ;' ^ corner of her •Ann loading trash from did her work like a relentless ifwchine, i The girl shivered. Something in please fence that horribb Hit a iowr\. machine with thoughts of its .Anu.’.'i face cau.sed Ik'v to turn iiuickly jet David out of my sight until yon Frank Neal- is spending^tnis week — Snavely was coining through the do. .\nd\vhen you begin I’ll got him: with Henry Lew'is >’abors. bushes. His pale eyes glinted danger- out of the way - I don’t want him toj -Mrs. R. C. Turner and son.s. Colie ously I know about it or be curious. He must nnd Lindsay, spent .Monday with Mrs. “Now. -Ann,”—he spoke in a high .never go into those'bushes. You’ll fence i Sallie B. Nabors. eye .she saw a pile near the door into a wheelbarrow'. She step ranch hou.se, a voice whispeied ^ ■ ped to the 1 bacK! Go back! Their reception could not put from her mind'^“^^’’ Indian Ann are the only”QciugahtSi They hear the legend of the gulch. Now Go On With the Story. “No. You understand I don’t believe there’-s - anything to it—it’s jest an echo or some noise that’s all. ’Course with Ann it’s different.” “How do you mean?” “Well, she’s superstitious clean through. She’s scared to death to go through the gulch—but just the same she dasn’t go around it. She thinks the voice tol’ her never to avoid it in case it wants to tell her anything.” The three sat sient. .Soon the slight est of noi.ses came from behind them and at the same instant Snavely rais ed his eyes. Turning, the man and girl saw t)Te~'gianl womari towPTtn^rshhve them. Snavely;^ alone, was not startled] by her silent^ appearance. She nodded ' to Wai “Your trunk an’ things is room.” threshold and askcvl cas- in the world shall we do those pale, jerking eyes. „ stulf, Ann? It won’t - AYatwR an^ David were spending that a t^tin. - - the day under a great live oak w'hich' Ann grunted and lifted the wheel- stood on the western bank of the gulch barrow'. Kalh fell into step beside hei as thj* giantess w'heeled Tu'r Wa^ ward I'he chimp of bushes beyond the [woodpile. “You know. .Ann, wc ought to have a regular place io'' putting trash—something out of viyhl w'hero voice “I think you’d better be tendin’ to the milkin’. You best finish with the ejeanin’ tomo’'row. We got to .Imbcher. ilujL.-evanin’-.Ua»A-’ _ ^ .Ann left at once. .After a moment in. it right away, won’t you? Please!” Snavely nodded. “That’s a ideaiv-Mrs, Warren. I’ll attend to have kids on the Mr. and Mrs. .A. C. Young and chil- good'dren, and Mrs. Lizzie Nabors spent j. lUL'in». auis. "aiivu. I. li anvuu -lo.Jt Ay-ii-b. and MrSj_ G, R. —we never ejtpwcl place and just ♦ son. Mr. and I ^ Mrs. S. M. Young, Mr. and which he stood a.s(though half stupe- throwed loose boards over it to keep Mrs. R. W. Young and daughter, Lola, fie«l, Hnavt'ly swilciluiv the'girl. “Awv’tl ■ the stot'k out. But Fll fence it stire.” ; W***. Mact* Y(^ung, Jennie Lee Young, “Make a very strong fence —one !'• ^ oung, Mr. and David can’t get through or over j Jack Dillard, Miss Nelle Dillard, lucky she is to have sopu'thin’ to milk ji'oaliln’t you use board.s? These' —it ain’t every c.attie ranch that’s gotjbarbi'd wire fences look so insecure.” Ahe Sunday a milk cow.” .A.^ he was sjicakiMg he | .Something terrible flashed into rather do most anything than milk— seems to me. She don’t know how Mrs. Robert Dillard w'ere guests of Mr. and Mrs. Burke in you I Ruth stood up at once and gathered | her slei'iiing son in her arms “Thank I you s.) much -I—we’ll be going to bed now. 1 guess.” The old adolie seemed very huge and dismal. With no word between them Die h’Firahd wTre'IsTbod in tlie center of the room. The yellow light from the oii.lami) shone upon the walls of earth, mellow and dim. ^ and was visible from the doorway of the old adoln*. It was a beautiful tree, its wealth of .shade made even more ‘What do you think of him?” asked | inviting by the C(M)1 green of its leaves. Warren, glancing suddenly into Ruth’s Warren lay hack in a canvass chair, tyes. lazily improvising on his guitar. Little “I don’t know,” said Ruth slowly. David was tremendously busy making “Did you notice that look on hisj’hings with the small acorns which facA- wb^n be wiih talking, abxout peo-1 covei'iaiihe shaded ground. ] pie? Not what .Vuu’ l call a social ani-; Often Ruth glanced toward thi' oak jlr<*e, and once she hail gone pr.i t way “He hates us—he hates every hu- over and shouted to Warren to watch man being!” snakes. .She returned to the Warren said nothing for a time, {adolu' reluctantly. .She rather felt that, then, “We’d better go to bed’, I guess.” she also should hC under thal^trei*. Ruth nodded. .Anyway, the adobe looked quite 'Gne of the canvas cots Ann had clean and pleasant coinjiared with its placril near the glassless window; an-1apj)earance^the 'evening hefore. Only other, close by, was probably intendeii, last «*venTng? Ruth could hiu dly be- for Dav id/ The third cot was in the ‘ lit , e that she had not yet been twenty- rear room. When the man and girl had four hours on the ranch; it secmo'l a fini.shea :heir preparations the three, month. Well, the cleaning was over, cols were se close together that there | She supposed that a storm w'ould come seem- i a; l e only a single broad bed in a few days and the whole place made u’) in three sections. So hot was, would fall do’,v'n. In such an c ent .ihe the r.i'ght that covering w'as imiios-'could imagine Snavely suggesting that aible. WvLhDavid between theiii and hiijiiovt her family into the lami* extinguisheii the father and after cleaning'^it Vuit. •molhei lay on t.heir hacks, their hands' Since rising that mui ning, ihe I'.an cla i>ed above David’s head. wondered constan'.ly what riiuv Ty liad The .s.iilne.s.i was sLitiing. Finally the. been doing the night before, itot .^hi hand of her hu.sband gradually relax-Hiad not g me to the bushes to iuve-.ti ed. How Could he possiiily sleej)? Poor .gate, she had not menti. ne.L .’he -.i ci- Konny- ''o terribly iired. She lowerci! dent to her hushund, and she had not her eye.s from their upward stare and .the-- renuetost intention of askinj hjoked at the window. It was no long-[ Snavely. And, ju.b as she told her.sell er a black hole but a patch of light |that the voice in the gulch wa.s at as thouvift the mown were .-Tuning. ! echo, she toM herself that S*i»Dy ( arefuLy, she got to her knees and’ — — worked her way to the tt'ot of the he-.!. | Thus kneeling, she could rest her el- Viows on the sill and look out into the night: A .sound, a single squeak of a metal .spiing. Instinctively Drought her eyes to the back door of the ranch house. Some one was standing there;- some ont had just come softly out. Breath less. r,he watched. The figuie moved slowly twoa.'d the ancient adobe and stopped. She knew that it was Snave ly. .After a moment he turned slight ly .an 1, walking with quiet steps, went toward a mound of eai'th he.avily cov ered with bushes. This mound was neaily opposite the girl’s window and about a hundred feet away. When he had reached the clump of bus’aes Snavely paused and seemed again to be looking at the adobe. She saw that he held a bundle unde'r his arm. Sud denly he stooped low and disappeared from sight. The minutes—two, ten, or a hundred, the girl could not have told. Then she heard a hollow, echoing clank among the clump of bushes. A moment later, Snavey reappeared and walked softy back to the ranch house. | Ann’* face cauaed her to turn quickly* His hands were empty. This time he j —' opened the door ihl such a way that it was probably attending to some neg lected ranch chore—well, such as put ting something away in a box which made a clank when the lid was drop ped. Ruth did not know what she thought about Ann, The giantess both fasci nated and frightened her. She was fascinated by the skill with which Ann drove nails and she was frightened did not squeak. ‘ By mid-aftemoon of the next day R’oth could hardly stand. All morning, ‘ and for three hours since lunch she and Ann had been cleaning out the two rooin.s in the old adobe. In spite of Ruth’s exhaustion she had done very little actual work. Of iffy 'T WON'T BE many days before the bread you cast on the waters in the shape of shorter hours and higher minimum wages comes back in the form of PROSPERITY! I^pr you’re making your own market. When you si^n thePresident’s Reemploy ment Agreement, cut down working hours, take on more people, increase minimum t wages—you’re giving people money to spend. They won’t spend it for your product, perhaps. But they’ll spend it for things they want—and that will put money in the poc kets of the people who want your things. more demand for goods. Greater demand— easier to pay the higher wages.' - - You’ve felt this ball start rolling during the last few months. Don’t let it stop! You can give ityour push this very day by sign ing the President’s ReempHoyment Agree ment—and by buying from those manu facturers and retailers that display the pledge that they, too, have signed. Hurry upl ’ ' time to proclaim \ «*. r