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f \ THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 29, 19S4 ^ 7 •• . ' ■/ i ■ . THE CHRONICjkE; CLINTON, S. C. . I . / i By MARGARET SANGSTER Byrnes Speaks ' On Banlch^d Bill /. Carolina Senator Tells PAGE SEVEN Farmers Of the Cro«r HiT^6n Sawing h^jHardWbod Tunbw Farmers That the Act Origt-; of the county is very miKh in the Cress Hill, Nov/ 23.—This section aid sold to out hiSmes to-be used for ^V nated In the Cotton Fields. fuiel. , , lumber is not the only product lumber business this fajL Farmers forest lands, es- vtho own forest lands are resorting pecially the smaller pine timbers. EIGHTH INSTALLMENT Synopsis—-Ellen Church, 17 years old, finds herself alone ’ in the world with her artist mother's last warning How could she say anything in the face of this scene? “Oh, Dick,” she begged, “let me go. I’ve got to get dressed. This date— nniring in her ears, to “love lightly.”jit’s very vital; you don*t undersUnd. Of the world she knew little. All her j I've got to keep it. Let me go, now- life she had lived alone with her moth er in en old brown house^ in a small rural community. All her life, first as a new baby,, then a bubbling child, then a charming young girl—she had posed for her talented mother who sold her magazine cover painting through an art agent in the city— Mrs. Church’s broken life—the un faithful husband, his disappearance —and after .seventeen years of si lence announcement of his death was and ri call yau on the phone, tomor row, and (rtplain. I’ll stop by in the morning and tefl' you all about it. You’d not try to keep me,.If you knew. When you know, you’ll say it’s all right-*-” —• — D^lck was nuzzling his chin into the hair at the top of her head, with a movement unexpectedly tender. “What I'm afraid, of, hpney,” he said, “is that you’ve gone| and got farmers were told today b^ Senator jJames^ F. Byrnes, an adminilsration jwheelhorse, that the Bankhead control I act orgininated, not in VVashington, {but “ in the cotton field.” ‘ I Senator Byrnes, speaking, at the {statewide meeting of cotton ,grower’s ^ ihtre today, Uiserted the production I’d have liked knowing, Rightly {control law nqw in effect grew out ter, the man she married. But you look j ^ responses pf leading farmers awfully regular, Bfander, his a poll taken bv their congressmen. never wavered, “and I know, suddenj senator said the Bankhead Act as it seems, that Ellen must care for - ' ~tr» ^ the smaller puie umoers, Columbia, Nov. 23.- South Carolina! storage ; Much cord wood cut last winter and- k I C’ > ’ in erAp production. Several mills-have n 'engaged during the fall in cut ting. the hard wood timbers albng thej si^luda river and sawing it into use-; ful lumber. Large quantities of this lumber have been hauled out to ,the highway at the home of J. T. Hbllings- spring m engaging our truckers in die- 1iverii\g this wood to our homes and to wood yards in nearby towns, w^exa^ it finds ready sale. One of bur triick-"^ men purchased 100 cords of thil& fuel and for spme time has been b\isy con veying it to various markets, much of you very deeply. And I’m sure, very bitterly opposed in Texas. Arkan- v\/ lllcailVCbny IItU^rt wL [worth and there stacked ready to b€iijt tojhe laurens wood yard. We do ^trucked off to lumber yards or wher-'p'ot know how much profit there is in ever profitable markets maybe found.ithis trucking of lumber and wood, but Another plant located farther up wo take for grranted that there is at the river near the S. A. L. railwayjj^ast a living employment to those trestle is engaged in the same kind who,give it their time and ''labor, of w’ork and already has a much larg-1 Neither can we speak from personal sas and Oklahoma as a measure draff: er quantity stacked along the railway j knowledge of the lumber busiess, but ed primarily for southeastern states track ready, when dried, for shipment j we do know that it affords employ- ;Referrinjg to foreign markets, to lumber markets, A side track has ment to many hands and helps' no ! Byrnes said, “the only way we can'been laid there for loading this ma-! doubt, the owners of timbered lands [work out a foi-eign market for cf*t-jterial on cars. [to fill up the lack of more profitable “You can’t -^btame me,” he said j ton is by reciprocal trade agree-' Mills have also been at work in | farming. grimily, “for wondering. .It seemed]n'»ent8”napproved by the president. [other localities, chiefly along Mud-j rather strange. Ellen asked me, tOj Urging a orystaiization of senti-.lick creek and Little river, wait for her at five, by the door, and jment as a guide to. South Carolina | much lumber, mostly pine, has been | OUiliy vJIlOlHIl^ • ••* -- .1 *1 sure, that you’ll be good to her.” Tony was flushing. He was very young at the mdihent. He took thel proffered hand. she didn’t come. And then- faimers in a fouthwide poll on cot-[made. Some of this product has at last disclosed to Ellen. The bad_sor^ a. , . v»* l/tlin WlUVV . Dick’s hand was on Xhe boy’s shoul-j.ton~cbntrol next month, Byrnes as- found its way, by truck, to I^urens | de*- It said as plainly as a voi€e.^could'serted, “your resolutions, today will and%other nearby markets, while sohW) , ■ ‘.J - *1 . . hnvA Off 4,570 Bales of the husband’s death killed—Mrs.' Maybe it would be better if Church.—Ellen, alone, turned to thet^°“ now. I’lJ kick them out, only contact she l^ew, xhe ^4^Sandy^^ if you like. I’ll have in New Yo-k. Po.sing, years of pos-p°"'® dinner sent in for vou, and yoU).:_ !y%on n.Qf «ii ui^self, if tho situatioH had been have said: “Steady pld. chap . . “I don’t blame you Steady!” one bit,” eaid aloud. “I’d have felt just as you ■. r. . .. ., , 1 not affect the act. Your vote iu Do-[has:been used locally for building and [cember wdll. You ought to take such [repair purposes. Nor will very much (action as will aff<*ct the - DecemberI'of this tim-ln'r be wasted, for the ^ votg if you see fit,” | slabs ami- treetops are ^Ueing haule<l love with her—but Ellen, trying to thought of love. can get all calmed down.^ But Ellen was crying, now. “If this election in December rc- ing, was her only talent so she was introduced to two leading artists, Dick and Sandy Me!nW.sh. Both| “I’ve rot to go,” ahe sobhed, “I'v. i too. wa.s .standing used her as a model and both fell ip got a date!**- - ‘.m., ' I My name s Mackintosh," he said. reversed.” . Sandy’s mouth hill come shut. He, isults in the death of the Bankhead j banquet at Anderson Tviesday night. Act, I should like to know'what we The Ktv. and Mrs. J, H. Byrd, Mrs. should do for a permanent plan," heAVillaim Watkins, Mrs, R. W. Griffin, "Is—” it was -Sandy .speaking; he- should be telling you where you ■aid. r . . U ..c g u . V U‘ ' Tu uVv* Rft off instead'of welcoming you tol follow the wnrpod philosophy of her her tear, eome of h.a wrath had, mother to “love . ightly. reststa rte ,vam,hed, but ^ attll desired informa- / , Her circle of fHoTjpSjtion—^ the date with the same boy ‘ ’ is Small', artists and t\yo of three girl i that you ditched me for, last night models-. Ellen attends a ball with San-; The time for evasion—some of it, a^j C laire inte "r Cross Hill News models Ellen attends a ball with ban-] The time for eva.sion dy. WTiile dancing a tall young man!)p,s,_h,d claimed , her and romance ia born. AI -Ve,;. g,, ride in the park, propoaal, the next| ..-ft ho,'. j, ^ ^ day marriage to Tony, .•"d.-caltl, I,hi, young man, child'” inl^upted. She'allowed hdr- Hill, Nov.' 2(1.* The Kev. Mr. - •••■*, avvrv. I iiv ivvv. .Ml. eollego, spent self to display direct and unvarnished! Pressly, pastor of the A. R.,B; church parents, Mr. ar curiosity, in a big way. i jat Greenwood, filled the Presbyterian' Miss Polly Cole “But you knew each other, ilhli|’t|T)ulnit here Sundav niirht 'I ... But she’d “Love Lightly,” Ellen told I herself. She would never let him know! you, before last nigh??” she ques how desperately .she loved- him, even though she were his wife. Now Go On With the Story. “I’d advise you to shut up, old man,” said Dick sternly. “I don’t blame you, tn a way, but there’s something hefe Claire waa gacing up at the eeiling.’''»"*^L “He’a.tall,” ahe aaid, “and God, how '"K; • pulpit here Sunday night. Martin Boyce, a senior at the Uni versity of South Carolina, sjjent the week-end with his mother, Mrs, Bess Boyce. , . a J i- u VI J «i Beseechingly Ellen s eyes sought glum! And he has blue eyes and a' . * >♦ i , niuii . gv 1^ ..e.ri irony 8 eyes. Claire mustn t know the Rowe’hi The eltv ” | irregularity, the suddenncaa, of the -But ofek waa inaiatmg, himself. Iwholv thing. It would be a beautiful children and, Mrs. Gu..sie Hunter • What’s hir-nanie, Ellen?” hd ques-^‘'.““"‘I’ -'"‘.''"lof Clinton. Ml’S. T, Z. Carter, Miss Mazelle Camp Itt’lk' ^d J. F. Griffin were among tho;v who attended the meeting of ,he Baptist association Wednesday. Miss Marie Gregory of Atlanta, Ga., was a visitor here Sunday. .lames Pinson, a student at Clem- the week-end with and Mr.s. J. B. Pinson, man, of Greenwood,' was a visitor here Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Gregory and children were visitors in NeWbett^i In I-iaurens county IB,^{>4 bales of cotton were ginned from the 1934 crop [prior to Novr-Hth, according to a re-^ i port issued by the couTity .special agent for the Ilepartmcnt of Com merce' census bureau. For the same'' period last year 20,024 bales had been ginned, showing a decrease this year [of 4,.')70 bales, ' - ! > I Sunday. Sunday guests of Mr. and Mrs. S, 1).] Austin were Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Hrpt)' - tiom-d. ”I’d like to know,-myself.’• i'nl'ma «• An^ agony of emh.rraa,- ' Ellen had relaxed hopelesely against “S' ^ Diek. At the moment nothing was any r’"*:’ • Dr, Campbell Davenport, of Augus ta, is the guest of relatives here. Mrs^ Gary .lohnson, -Mrs. Charles that neither you nor 1 understand. | use, dny more. Suddenly she was more had crossed the rnom,[j>,.att Mrs, Jim Turner, of Niacty-' Only this-you said it! - laughing’s "VEn'en'^u'Tflung^hand!’ ' Six. were visKors here Tu..sda.v. i “Oh,” he said quile airily, ail that Ellen can "do, just now. If » you haven t enough sense to see iL.ifJaaid. .“Anthony Brander," the” sugar Claire dsn’t woman enough to get it, ^ man, was his father.” [ I do. The kid’s at the end of her rope.!’,; Claire yawned. The yawn«was far Misses Ruth and Harriet Satcher, “9^’ students at Lander college; Mr. and we’ve known each other for centuries, Mrs.- Boyce Gant and Miss Margaret Still formidable, still gaunt, h^ had,too elaborate to be plausible. iw left Sandy standing wordlessly beside “Nothing of the piker aboutlyou,” When,—” Ellen was .stunned to hear of Monetta; Mrs, Lillian Hill.j him quote the line, “when she w'as,ja Mrs. R. W. Brown and Eveiett'Brown, tadpole and I was a fish—” ’ rmoo u the sofa on which Claire sat. He had left Sandy, and had gone, swiftly to' Ellm’s side, and his long ajmis, reach ing out. had drawn her little figuy^— in its beaded play stiit—close to his fhest. “Easy nowf, youngster,” 84<i Dick. *‘Lay off that stuff! Cry if yoto want to, if you must. But lay off that busi ness of laughing. You’ll be ill—” Ellen found that she was clutching Didc’s arms, way up close to the shoulders. 'They were tense, like iron. They were bony, they weren’t cuddlyrf they were just something to hold on to —but, oh, how dreadfully Ihe needed them! As tier slim fingers bit into their tenseness, she began to regain a ‘ certain amount of self-control. She coul<l realize, as she fought to keep back her spasmodic griggles, that it was because she had been relieved to ' know that it was Bandy who had come up the stairs—Sandy, and not Tony. But at any moment'it might be Tony! For haidn’t Claire said that, his car was waiting at the curb? Ellen was wrenching herself .free- from Dick’s grasp. Was beginning to| shake again, to shake as if she were chilled, as if she were feverish. “I’m all right n-now, old thing,’’ she tried to say breezily, although she found it almost impossible to articu late. “I’ll go n-now and g-get' myj things on ... I really have a date, you { lihe said, “is there?” Sandy whistled. “One of thosd!” he said. “Saw his picture snapped at the races, in ‘Vogue’ last month. He’s an orphan, they said.” Claire laughed.' f “What a break!” she murmured. But Dick didn’t say anything for a moment. In fact, his silence made the whole studio seem sHentx. So silent that the clock, chiming five-forty-five, seemed only an.echo to the knock upon the studio door. - Claire was the one who cfalled w summons. It wasn’t her studio, but she was like that. > And then Tony walked into the. room. There was a narrow white line around his mouth as he looked across Ellen’s head, into the eyes of the man who was holding her.-Ellen, with her face twisted back awkwardly so she could watch across her shoulder, noticed that line and wondered about mutely. „ ^ But it was Dick who spoke. “This is my place,” he said. “I’m Al- ven. lYou—you haven’t been here be fore, ever. Who are you?’^ ' Tony’s voice was so steady when he answered that it was a most absurd. “It may be your place,” Jie saidj ‘‘but •it’s my wife you’re holding in yotir arms. My wife! Funny, isn’t it?” You could have cut through the at- know.” mosphere of Dicl^s studio with a Claire laughed. - ■ “Wheti the world,” she said, even wetter than it-is now!” Sandy was laughing, too. “Speaking,” he said, “of wet worlds, I think this calls for a party!” Party? Ellen wanted to cream out at the thought of a party^ “Oh—no party!’’ s^e murmured. But Dick with his white face oddly aloof, was the one who failed her. “Certainly a party!” he said. Claire was already at the phone. Her high chuckle was floating through t)he room. “Ellen,” she was saying, “yes, mar ried! Come around and make it legal:” In the excitement Tony’s arm was around her shoulder. It wasn’t a chill arm ai^ more bu» Ellen—wanting his embrace ^ith keen desperation—wi.sh- ed that Dick weren’t watching. “Tired dear?” questioned Tony. And then, “You’re cute as a button in that get-up!” j Ellen had forgotten the white buck- "skin, the bead.s. “I^t me go, Tony,” she said. “I must change into my xxwn. clothei: . . Just behind this screen—” (She was acutely conscious of his unspoken, “Do you dress and undress, behihd that screen? Alone—with a man—in this studio?”) “No,” she added, “Ibn not tired, really.” , Walking sedately she went behind the screen, and began to pull the white of Cross Hill, were the Sunday guests of Mr. and Mrs. R. W. Griffin, wasl B. L. Mitchell and E. P. Bonzman attended the Standard Oil Hugh I- Eichelberaer NEW YORK LIFE MAN 13 Years Experience - Professional Insurance Information Furnished Free Office; Room 209 Jacobs & Co. Building ^ ^ X company II II II III III: Bjuidy threw himsef down on the knife, the air was so thick with con- co/a, beside Claire. Dieting emotions. They were such “With the-baby yo«r"tftet, last night, mixed emotions thkt, though the hys- I suppose buckskin frock over her head, and to! untie the endless strings of gay beads. From the other side of the screen ?” he* sneered. “With the teria rose again in Ellen’s mind, she'sounded a babel of voices. Voices that boy who rode around the park with [couldn’t even laugh It wasn't possible you—oh, 14i«ow all about it.” , any more to do anything so simplb “Then,” Ellen’s eyes were blazing,[as to laugh! “then you can just be still about it!| • Again, by some miraculous change, 9 For even if you did buy my ticket to the Six Arts, you don’t own me. Tm •orry that I left you—at^east, I Wm •orry! But l*m not any more “ talked incessantly. Dick’s^voice saying dispassionately,' “You are a nastly little cat, Claire.’ Why don’t you try being decent for a’ she wasn’t a part of the thing. Shej^Eile _ , , was standing on the sidelines, she was' ^ud then Tonyas voice Tony s j (eadii^^from a printed page. These |Saying, people—^he didn’t know them. Not! there’s going to be a- party,] minutes fled taxing ; “You’re not leaving this studio, put in this condition,” he told hef. “What'il it all about, youngster, anyway? Did jiou have anything' ot drink Jast night? Answer me that!” EUen triad to maRer tills business hiouth hanging, ever so slightly open Only <3aire retained he? jioncha- lance. J Ellen, buttoning'her straight little!, blue crepe dress, paused. Tony’s! friands—rivhy, sheM never even stop-j 1^! of nerves. If she didn’t Dick wouldn^teaded* to him a pink-tipped white Somehow she didn’t want to « > I meet ihoae friends.' They’d known f let her g<^ She kqew, Dick-1 - ° **Ot' course, I didn’t, anything to drink,”; she axid,' hlmost jrehtly. '**t iferar dnidr. Don’t you trust me?” “1 used to, myself,” said Sandy, *^rast youL But Vft^apy more.'Even Gay wpnldb’t treat a guy—' *fBe stai!” roared Dick. Like postiareP’ sen; his helpJesneM had the effect of angering him. f BQeh, there in Dick’s azps, wanted to seriam at them. She wahts^tlFeidi Claire ugly names, and she^, #aiited to call anyonei an u|d7 dsjim, ha^on. This bantering,, when Iwr i^hole' futtire was at atakel Fox If Tonjr M deiftrehe tiungsr across the todrard Tony. And ex -4,* hand: •taring at Ellen, though Ellen wasn't [them. So this was jealousy! • • 1 in -Dick’s arms any more. ‘I suppose,” said Tony, “that they It was then that Dick-apoke. Dick,- with a vague color coming back into Tony had alr^dy taken Claire’s place at the phone. He tras ringing up numbers, one after the other. Say ing— . e, “Yes, J’ve news for you! Yes, I’m • r^t'eaon,ln,Mrned. No-aot Juk. Ho. if. IJustrfyihg a girl's three-year faith in [one you* don’tltnbwnjfirtodiv! Come| him. He advanced tovhH-d Tony and ex tended his ha^v I'/' ■ pretend W I’m “•f*! can't not to my post buchelpij dinner . . . So to one friend, so to another, so to another. * (Continued Next Week) £rmB Dick’s arms —that held her? nther like a little sister. ipr. by^ithil^jMfn,”. haA^ Tony. been feel that CBBOWCUl ^he Paper Everybody Reads” Genuine Engraved CHRISTMAS CARDS Offering » ORIGINALin OF DESIGN FINE CRAFTSMANSHIP For those who require personal Christmas Cards of disti^tive quality and design, our samples wiir give an opportunity to express your individual taste. " r Complete line of samples now ready. We will be pleased to show you. Orders placed now forDecember delivery will carry a discount. -7 “We Do All Kinds eff Printing—Except Bad” Clinton, S.C. / I rtiilhl iiil sniiiiiiiii^i ..l! T jf - -i ' ;f' ‘ .. j: ill \ ' • .'■* ‘ 'A • 1 *' Yf , A. ... .