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THURSDAY, JUL^^ 1934 THE CLINTON CHRONICLE, CLINTON, S. C. . A '\ TODAY 1D« ■■ he’s forty,” I didn’t believe it, of tp have them manned,” he Mitfr course. Youth never believes that its you Itnow any ^oll^ge boys lo^ini know anythinjf abouit its prob- a chance to startT'in the oil buss But after a man has reached send,them tome. PXOE SEVEN idr “If okingr for business, ‘‘Before Never! I THIRD INSTALLMENT SYNOPSIS—Three weeks after a cream, colored roadster had been found wrecked in the sea at the fodt of a^ clifL a grirl calling) herself Anne Cush- j _ He ing appears at the desert town Mars-1 look. sounded ton. She’has bought, sight a ranch located thirty miles away. Barry Duane, her nearest neighbor, what and his I’ve seen my own ranch ? j Martha’s just want to get out some^of her. , sensible shoes. I’ll join you in just ‘‘You better go to bed. a minute.” ' !mighty near done out to me.” ^meSn much, but it proves one thing went, but with a backward ‘‘Just lazy. You’ve done wonders, I have long maintained. That is, that Interested and not a little pur- I like my ranch, Perhaps newspaper work is not, as people often You elders lems, middle agd he begins to realize that all the tilings that he used to get so'^ LIFE two views e.xcited about were an old story to^ i/jfg whatever we choose to make his parents. They had been, through it. i know two young married women the ^nill and knew the answers. And who live in the same suburb. One is the answers were nothing like what,the happiest person I know, the other >0u.h thought they were. pf the mbst^unhappy. The ^appy It is, perhaps, a good thing that one is a^pljege graduate," who»e-h«v youth does not know that most of its banH earns $100 a week as ~an eled- REI’OKTER at AH years dreams will never come true. For trical engineer. ' They are, paying for .My friend Frederick T. Birchall of .voung believed they could their home, raising two children. They the New York Times received the p,ji.,‘accomplish miracles, they never would keep no servant, own a Ford car, and itzer Prize in Journalism the other ^’ ^' only by trying to do the the Wife finds time to serve oh. th* iday for the'best work of a newspaper | humanity gets a little school board, pretty nearly runs th# look correspondent in 11)33. That mav not^^'^”^*^ along with each new genera- local w’omen’s club and be the “fixer” ition. unseen,■ zled. . He knew that’ the girls Of I’m a hopeless greenhorh, but I do.’’5ay, a "young mans game.” his own generation did practically “go do I,” said Martha unexpectedly. f'or Fred Birchall is 68 years old, they pleased, but they didn’t “pve always liked it.” ^^s been a newspaper correspon- man,'Boone Petry. procure a ^usually please to bury their talents, x '‘^ent for only three years! As a very I ‘‘Oh, do you ness had gone to be rather reliable woman for her and in Barry’s|in humdrum and unspectacular ram car, loaded down wdth supplies, they [work. Perhaps it was just a w’him, V^n**-*f start across thet-deset. In. Marston'or a let-down after a love affair, or- P'thaps-well, ,t her reticence has aroused suspicion. jOh, damn it, what business was it of —;— his, anyway? He went to find Mar- ' The glimpse was only a glimpse.j tha..Larrabee,. passing as quickly as it had come.' Left .A cettain listless- out of her voice. “I s generally- ru'h down, isn’t The car gave a j’olt of protest and frankly slanted off obliquely from the road her new quarters, and blessed they had been following. She had tha’s creed of soap and water, wanted privacy and here it was. “Now,” said her host ' cheei fully, we are aiming straight—more or less, '“Mrs. Larrabee, I can’t ask straight—for your faheh. The real'perfect strangers to do all my w'ork road is-back of us.. This is just your for me. It’s awfully nice of them slipped into a pair of shoes, and hurried out. smart sport I to whom all sorts of people come with i ^ [their troubles. . _ (iR.ADL'ATES—jobs waiting ! 'The unhappy woman is marfi€d^Ao I don’t know how many young men » whose income is $25,000 a year, were graduated from the nation’s Col-1 They have no children, but keep three lege.Su and universities this June, but -'*®rvants and two big cars. She is the I hear a great deal of tjalk about thereT)est-dres.sed woman in their town, young man he worked for a short tiniei^^^"? "o jobs for them. There seems'She spends a lot of money giving en- as a reporter. Then he got an edito-"''^^ an .idea'prevalent that w'hen a tertainments and partjes. People go rial job and rose through the ranks finished college the world because -they get plenty to eat and until he was acting managing editor have his' pigeon-hole ready drink, ^ut I hear folks say that to I of 'The Tinges. .At 65, when most menl^®*’ crawl into and be^safe and have to listen to her complaints of im- th^t .plftin,- ordinary hard, i-etire, he want-ed ’t^^-be -a reporterU^cure-for .Ibe.rest..of. jjilLnaryLtTOuyeiis a h^ That never was true and it never ^ ^ . - true. There are just as many Mar- . ® home and a reasonable liv- what he pTease^. His dispache.s from! jobs for the really competent as there She it. and in good yeans there ought European capitals prove that one does over were. Look around you if you to be a little over to tuck in the bank.” not have to be a boy to be a good re-!<ion’t believe that, and sec if*>you find She looked shrewdly down at the porter. I® who is actuaMy industrious, small dark head, at shapely, taper-i- xhis Is one occupation in which a!‘^‘i^bitious. and competent who hasn’t fingered hands clasped over a rounded'pian can keep on doing good and con- knee. Martha had a head and used it, stantly improving work as long as his 'but whatever she may have felt of to herself, Anne grimaced asrain, so the Tin.es sent him to Eu-1 at the siig-htly dingy iook of “L Martha bluntly. r„pe to^owhejilm_|,leased and write '''I for a dinner. t'n.-’ looked at it with interest. ,A valley sounded of snug and tucked away. TJ'he agent'to anyway. . * -.i « • short cut^ to U. See that little jag in to he willing, but it’s .-eally too much." c“u,'io;'ti7o.''doul’t‘’ she“kept“'to herself., • tl'af'fn^^vali’e'v"’*"' Martha," said that She added a brief afteithought, cau-l BRAIN—doesn’t wear out ■ ' , lapable wo.nan con,i>o«.dly, "and tiou.s|.v. : The human braTtnlb?sn’t wear out, sharpened don t you worry about the work. It “And if you ever got tired of ranch-* it gibws with u.se. Not long before nice; sort won’t hurt ’em. Besides, they’d want in’’. I guess you wouldn’t haVe any his death I asked Thomas A Edison , . ,rV, K* ■' Vneighborly, trouble turnin your money over, how he kept his youthful outlook. He. had told her that a svream ran through Now you run along and tell Barry to Anybody could easily turn it into a'had been talking.‘at 82 of things he the ranch, .^he hoped that was true, show you around, but before he goes dude ranch, and I guess there’s rich was going to do next ' i but did not ask Barry Duane. fhe might as well help Boone out,with men that would like it just for the ’ “You can keej) vour brain voung The hills were coming clo.ser and a that table. 1 thought we might have shoutin’ and fishin’ hack in the hills.'hy working it hard,” he replied.’ “It Now Im on niy way to bed. Me’ve'^|-ows in power with use. The only! got to get up early tomorrow morn- thing that grows old about a man ^ _ [ is hi.s body. If my stomach holds .All right, Martha. Ill follow in out I’ll he inventing new things and a-mmute. Be sure to call me.” [better things at 100.”. | The firm step retreated. Anne was, i convinced that Edison was alone again, and thoughtful. Honie i-jj^ht. Of course, some men stop and a living. It was curious how pre- thinking, others never did use their ciou.s that seemed now. Hidden away brains much. But the man who has a good brain and uses it to its limit got something to do. i I talked the ^her day with the vice-president of one-of the bjg oil companies. “We can’t get hold of enough ambitious young men to man our filHng stations as wi> would like PHILCO Radios & Tubes Smith’s Pharmacy slow rise of land began to be spotted supper early, and eat it thinly with dwarf evergreens. Higher ^ step sounded on the porch, slopes towered ahead, great, wrinkled, ^j^eady whose it wasj^^--^ ‘‘I’ve brought you some water, Mar outdoors.” Anne J’ r.; rocky folds, almost black in shadow Further south, where the car was heailing were long, thinly wooded ridges. Lying lonely but protected, there was a little valley. Anne had a glimpse of willow'.s and cottonwoods, hugging what must be little creek. There was water! They., swept in Avith a triumphant '^'TTuist of speed, jiast a strjp of fence ' A<’lth tired looking posts and discour aged wire, past *a ragged field or two, catching sight of a lovely ineadow, “Here we are,” said Barry Duane, - ‘!at Cushing’s ranch. You mustn’t judge it by fir.st appearance, becau.se a handy man with a hammer and a few nails can work miracles.” Hks voice sounded nervous. They - weie all bKkkdrvg at ber, a anxiously. tha. The well seems in good .shape, but I’ll take a better look at it tomei- row’. It’s placed right for drainage, too.” He sighted .Anne. White, even teeth flashed. “All ready for action? Come along, and I’ll show you the estate.” She trudged off gaily with him, to look at her kingdom. Martha looked after themV'with elevated brow and that little quirk at the corner of her smiling mouth. “Him!” she said eloipiently. “Uua- nin’ after a girl!” The tour of inspi-ction took in the hay barn and wagon .shed, tool house little ®^tid store house, a disuseil blacksmith shop cluttered with odds arid ends, a See World's f air HOLLIS TOl'RS — GREENVILLE "t <[ Leave Greenville July 16th — $22.00 in her smaller ,suitcase there was still a little store of bills in that golden bag, hated and yet miraculous. Enough to buy some needed things for hei’ rancho, and a little in reserve, always in reserve, if by any chance disast should pursue her even here, and the need for flight “Hide grows in ability as time goes on. YOUTH—and aml>iti<»n i It is eharacterif»lic of youth that ^‘•’^^’erything seems important to the young. That is natural, for I'very- thing is new to the young. Nothing like it i’ver happened before. Wars "Hold me and hide me, until no one and depressions and hard limes and reinember.s my face! debt and grand ideas for making the A meinoiy slung hei’ like a nettle, woild (iver make a strong impression, ^hook it oft abi uptly and jumped yuuih because they, are -novel ex-1 pi’rienees. 1 me!:’ should come suddenly she w'hispered fiercely .She began to laugh. Softly at first, lairly good cabin with several bunks, but with a sw'elling note. This was used, no doubt, in busier days. There her ranch, hers, bought insanely over "'ere farm implements more or less the counter in a dusty little cffice in in rejiair-^ a fair assortment of tools, a small town. some noticeably patched harnes.s and “The dear little funny old thing! a quite respectable saddle. I don’t mind if it’s run down. It'sl They left the.se dusty details be- mine! And I’m going to have orange hind them and walked slowly down be-'battel of pans. Anne’s eves opened -A. A.t__ 1 XM : —awixa rVkJn i :i.- i i * ^ 1 * Wide and she reached for the watch lying on an unsteady little table be- to ber feet. Four days had passed since .Anno had arrived at this tucked away,’ne glected ranch of hers, four day.s of almost unremitting* work which had .sent her to l>ed with every muscle protesting and had swept heiv? in five minutes into dreamless sleep. From the kitchen came a subdued ]n my own youth I used ancient pnnerb: “A man’ to h'ear ' a fool the till, DeLuxe Tour Leave Greenville July 23rd ALL MEA1.S. ALI. I.ODGING, ALL TRANSPORT.A- TION AM) ENTERTAINMENT— '' $48.00 1|- ■ SEE A. O’Danielr Representative Vm curtains at the windows. Flaming **‘1® the little creek, hustling busily. -rorange! I..et’s explore!” [along over it.s .stones. .Young willows' She w’as out before anyone coubl crowded close to jts.> banks, cotton- _lhelp her, running up a careless path vvoods towered gracefully, golden to a frankly sagging porch, and turned g«*en with young leaves. It was quiet at the door. ’ »nd lovely here. - / , “I forgot the most important part,. *‘■^0 Indian,” .said Barry Duai.e, “ Welcome to Trail’s Knd! Mrs. Lar- “would feed a tribe on what a Simp- rabee, if I help, do you think I'd dare -"^on wastes. A primitive dam out invite the gentlemen to our first there on each side would add acres to nieal?” pli^ee. But try to make them do 'I hey stayed. Th..*re was a curious bitterness in his voice, out of all relation to such with the a harmless subject. .She wondered. It would have taken foiCe to have ilragge l at least one of them away from that glowing picture on the low, lazy old jiorch. weathered logs making a silvered background for her vivid youth and the lovely flame in her cheeks, “Why, I think it sounds'exciting.” “Yes, it’s exciting, enough.” He broke off with an apologetic grin. t “Don't see why they sKouldn’t,” .she “Don’t let me get .started. It’s a hob- aureed calmly. “There’s plenty to by of mine. ( ome on, let’s go ui) to eat, and we can easy keep two men that knoll. You will get a good view busy until supper time. Boone, you down your little valley and a nice take those'things out, and I’ll show glimpse of sdme aspens on the other you w here they go. And tlven you -side. When they. tuj:.n in the autumn miuht clean out the stove—it‘ll need that upper slope is like running gold.” it—and lay a fire for me. .MarVy, sup- Ditches and view.s and creeks, bit- {)ost* you show Miss'Cu.-h.ng around teine.sfl and an eye for mountain slopes and'‘tell her about things. And you?running with autumn gold! An unex might take a look at the well and see peeled young man. Life migh't not be it 11 needs clearin’ out.” iso solitary here after all. Anne listened to them, eyes alight That had been hours ago; They with laughter. “Tell n)® when I can had eaten picnic fashion, with zestful side her bed. Seven o'clock! . A swing and a soft thump took her out of bjd, and she threw open the lioor and ran out. “.Martha, you villian, you’ve let me oversleep! Don’t you know I’m a hard-working woman?” I Her shrew I eyes warmed, in spite of an inner protest, as they looked at the gay little figure in the kitchen door. Bright' eyes and a curly mop of hair, bare feet thrust into gaudy < hmese slijipers, silken, impudent pa jamas, scarlet and lilack. ! "If you’re go;n’ to run around in those red pants, you’d better keep an eye on the door.'"' First thing you k/iow one of your reg’lar callers will he slickin’ Kis head hi, and then what’ll you look like?” “Why, jusi like this!” She pluckedj a l)il- of gay sdk in each thumb ami forefinger and hiiwiid extravagantly. Then with a ..mdde^n glint jn her eye she swung out a slippered foot at a perilous angle ami twirled off in a; series of extraordinary dance steps. The older woman stared at her, a girl gone mad, whirling and .swooping, small feCt stamping a curious time I’m going to be a drone, you ajrpetite and in the open air. Strange staccato thuds. tha. picked up a ray She was in a fair-.sized room, with, doors on brrTh .*ides leading to pther rooms. The first impression • “Like it, Martha?” Martha got her breath hack. “CTh, go ’long,” she said cros.sly, and a laugh came back to her as the slim legs flashed through the bedroom door. (Continued .Next Week) , .Joanna Mill News Born to Mr. and Mrs. Hen Summers <* I hip. know. But 1 want to see what the ^at it should .seem so natural! They house is like, first. Coming?” ^ ^d talked of deserts and of deep bos- This was not addressed to_ | M^r- omed hills, of the temperamental hab- A slightly dizzy young inan its of the dry sandy w'ashes in t,he suitca.se in each hand, and sea.son of rams. Of everything, ' m followed her. • tyceept the rea.son why a girl with The door yielded under her hand beautiful hands and the smart tailor- iwiih a gentle* squeak, and a slanting ing of “expensive city shoj^ shonld of sunlight followed her in. have elected to live on a little ranch in an i.solated valley. Then finally, rather reluctantly, her was one two'''stm-bxqwned guardians climbed of dust and bareness, the hasty litter into the disrep^Sble Car and departed, of odds and ends dropped«jn moving. After that .she had tied herself iniq orr Wednesday, June ^O, a daughter. The room wasn’t bad '|it all. The a big apron and worked wit,h Martha, Born ot.Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Dick- baie floors needed scrubbing, but there despite protest^ and now, after two erson-on Monday, June 25th, a son.^ was a generous stone fireplace with hours of beating and dusting and -Born to Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Barron r some glinting quartz surfaces and a washing and dragging things around on Tue.sday, June 26th, a daughter. mantel above it formed of a she sat (juietly by herself on the am- Mr. and Mrs. William Gastley are| slab. fhe time-darken- iably sagging porch. spending the week in Gainesville,'Ga. and if the From somewhere near the lower Mr. and Mrs. Marvin Stallings, Mrs. ^~eces of furniture were heavy and meadow she heard the_ deliberate Dan Martin and Miss Edna Hamm lew P known it, was thump of hoofs, the tear and crunch spent the week-end in Atlanta, Ga.* ^*^*'^thing to give thanks for. • of the meadow grass. That would be *Mi3s Dorothy Hagan of Due West I’m glad Mrs. Larrabee is one of her horses. ‘ is_ spending the week in Goldville.- I ’ I low bid beams and The steady, crunching sound made^ Miss Polly Elrod of Greenville, vid=! although it’s hard to her drowsy. The valley was so quiet, ited Mrs. J. B. Hart last week, needing a'fire after that^ The wooded ridges tucked it in. Back Rev. M. K. Medlock has returned jo^he ridges tall peaks loomed darkly, from the Methodist pastors’ school nipping, qightsl^^terious in moonlight—Trail’s End. i held last week in Columbia, chilly enouglf^he wondered if it would be. - ' [ Mr. and Mrs. G. N. Foy were called ^ She had learned that “home” Candidates Cards long single cedar ed beams were hanf hewn, a cyclone. But that fireplace- imagine ever sunshine outside.” “Wait until the come. They can he, doorway now. He lin^rery in^t e^^ Martha-Barr>' was rather high up in fhe hills. Mr. Foy’s mother, Mrs. Carrie Foy. thftiv,isha,.,H.ondami il he hail Algayaimul i .. .Mins Ifeatrice^ndrews of Tamassee, for,to Saluda Saturday by the death of do a chore if you’re‘ready, ^e can take a ,round-Or p«rh.ps you'd rather Mr. Candidate: YOU WILL NEED CANDIDATE CARDS FOR YOUR RACE THIS SUMMER. WE ARE PREPARED TO EXECUTE YOUR ORDERS PROMPTLY. WE WILL ALSO BE GLAD TO SUPPLY -— 1 TOLDERS, HAND BILLS, OR OTHER CAM PAIGN PRINTING YOU MAY need. **yfe Do AU Kinds of Printing—Except Bad” i Clinton, S.C. - - look ther^ He must have ^een away toVisited Misr VaSley Kelly He didn’t talk like the others. pack first ^ '/ Mrs. J. L. Delaney spent with her mother in Belton. Sunday^S t V X