Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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•» ,i/^’ ' •/ 1 • • ■ . ■; '• .,V- '• ■ , :■ / TH^DAY, JANUARY 17,19^ THE CLINTON,CHRONICLE. CLINTON, iS. C. with me 'for _a' little dr^ve solpicwhere State'Allocate . Funds For Roads PAOBSIfVEN Colombia, Jan. 14.—The South Car-/ olina hi{fhW|iiy department has been notified, that $1,6^2,896 in federal aid for Yoad building purpo.ses had been allocated to this state and placed to the Stage’s credit, officials said yes- FOURTBENTH INSTALLMENT | Synopsis: — Ellen Church, IT years! old, finds hersejf alone in the world' with her artist mother’s last warning ringing in her ears, to “love lightly.” -“Oh, for crying out loud,” he said, “it’s complicated enough without—” , Ellen was smoothing the skirt ^ of her pr^y dress. ‘ Yes,” s'lie said, “it is—complicated oTthe world she knew little. All her [enough with—without me. I think,” life she .hhd lived alone with her | her eyes were so bright that only mother in an old brown house in a tears could have made them so, *I small rural- community. . . . Ellen, alone,- turned to the only contact she knew, an art agent in New York. Pos ing, or other.’’ I / “Oh, by nil means,” said Dick. He I was busily scraping bits of paint to- Igether with his palette knife, j Ellen hadn’t oeen/Consulted. ‘ Almost before^ie' Imew. it ^he was I clattering down the uncarpeted stairs I of the bpilding with Tony, toward the jred roadster that waited in the street j *'7 outside. . ^ MEATS IN WINTER* . , Nothing W.S ».id about the house 1 The quality of meats for tenter diet “"jy-, . . . . , party. Believe it or not-nothmg |j, j„Uresting problem for moat . •’.'.‘''’W ‘''^*""’','^,1" When the aun was actually sett,ng,^y least I find it so.','"* “P ““ Tony left Ellen at her door. This time l p„y i„s„„ce, I have at present a re- **" »nticipated the auction ! he kissed the tips of her finprs as|t,i, .jj years treaUng for approximating that mi- I ghtly as It IS possible for a man to ^sult of hasty, care- explained. The .jkiss the tips of any giri s fmgei-s. oatinir Investigation reveals his therefore, will continue to fol- ^ ' “I’"' suggesting.” he said, “^at jl.^^^le to be indigestion of meet. had Wn ‘ I m here, Tony said by way of we dine together tonight. We re both * * - u ^ i viously outlined and annonneed. greeting, “hunting for my runaway [ worn out.” It .was his one reference to’ ^very day at noon he feels compel-j Under provisions of the federal ad wife!” He/didn’t address Ellen at all; the. night before.' “But let’s get.-*o- “ more or less large serving ^^hg^eby the/ federal aid was appro- he spoke to Dick. [getber tomorrow, you and I. Maybe cured meat which he cannot ^riated the funds were not to l^va .'1 _J ‘Yes?” answered Dirk wpnt^we can dVive again, somewhere. May-uiasticate; the result is available to the various states uicK, ana ^ ../tvef-c pain in the abdomen .about ^ July 1. Howevef, the secretary on painting. didn’t know,” Ke add-r^*^ we can go somewhere outside of ed, “that she was a^ runaway.” supper. . , Ellen spoke. She spoke dully, al-'l Ellen, with the pulse .in her 0 clock in the afternoon'*, I am com- j (,f agriculture, with authority vested pelled to forbid the meat in his diet^^ him, made the funds available as of tears couia nave maue inem so, i r.nen spoKe. ane spoKe auiiy, ai-j **“'* V r—- - One handicao is he has artlfiriRt V . ui- u Tj think it’s just about time that I did|though she was in an-agony of anxie-uianaged to nod ^ makes chewinB- diffieult public works would the conventional thing—even though I ty and embarrassment. I am a professional Bohemian. .^It’s 'years of posing, was her only »t>out time I told you, Jane,^ that I’ve talent, so she was introduced to two leading artists, Dick Alven and Sandy just had word-from towni The obvious telegram—or what have you. Explain Macintosh. Both used her as a modeJ.to your guests that my g.-andmother and both fell in love with her . . . but is ill; tell them that a greatuncle has Ellen, frying to follow the warped I dp «"d 'eft me a legacy. them philosophy of her mother, to Hove^Ive gone back to pose for Dick, to- lightly,” resists the thoughts of love.; mqrrow-and tomorrow s Sunday, too Her ciicle df friends is small, artists!That 11 perhaps be nearer the.truth, la and two or three girl models. Ellen at-1 Al) at once she was running, from "7^ tends'^a ball with Sandy, ^^'hlle janc-Uhe cgfftgl^timnVr W!"gnyliig atuiig ‘‘I didn’t tell Dick anything about tlho-house party—except that I’d come home.” she warned Tony. “I shouldn’t think,” said Tony, “that you’d have to tell him any more. .\1- ven’s got .sense.” “Which he doesn’t always use,” Dick a quick affirmative. ‘‘We poor working girls,” she said, “like our moment.s of vacation with jour rich relations." “Don’t!" said Tony gruffly, and teeth which makes chewing difficult.expedited. So long as I cart enforce .soft meats,' he has no-trouble with his digestion. 1 have' found* most packers’ cured» meats too hard for digestive di.^orders in the aged. The question seems to be I f T' ing, a tall young man claimed her and | through the darker corners of the romance is born. A ride in the park. room. And then she was out of Ihe C oosal, the next day marriage to door j|Dd racing up the sUirs. Now y, and wealth. But she’d “love, she^had gained the haven of her room left. ; , ****** j in the cooking of the meat. If soft, 1 The next evening they drove out to the quality of the food gives little di.s-*^ threw in. All «l nnee h^’.^^ihiwn!country,,Jp n little inn. If theiriturbance; in fact^jng pgtienta It- down hi,s palette. “You tp kids,” he“"‘ “ "'f’'-' I*’*" T'"' “ said, "had better beat it away from.'^ wasn’t btvause they were speaking,during the winter months. iiiai'i'ic'd couples^ The stomach cannot masticate, in Audits, Systems • • • £Lltcl • • • 1 Income Tax Service here. I’m tired. I can’t work any more each othtu' today. I atippoMB yau had some — o lightly,” Ellen told herself. She would never let him know how de»i>eratelY|case. she loved him, even though shor^were There was a knock at the door. For his wife. Ellen insists upop living a moment Olen didn’t answer,, and her own life, mainta-iping her home in then with an effort she Siteadied her ppd was tumbling things into her suit- her small room, even though Tony is wealthy. . . . Jane, of‘‘Tony’s iv-ealthy set, is disappointed in Tony’s sudden marriage to EU^o. (Contfliued Next Week) voice until she could speak. “Come in,” sHe called. The door opened. It was Jane’s mother. abaanee ^ capable teath. Haixi of that sort in your mind when .beginning to have a slight basis of;morsels of fried or boiled meats, was out of Ihe here, Brander?” , reminiscence upon which to build con- swallowed hastily, are! sure to set up Tony still wasn’t speaking to Ellen.,' I intestinal discomfort. For attacks the He was .speaking over her head, at Ellen could almost settle herself i only method is, to sweejt the offender Uick. ' road.ster as if she be-1 out of the digestive tract as soon as “Ellen ran out on us last night,” he,didn’t look , possible by^ a mild evacuant. Hprsh said,, and his. tone was cool. “Well, it'^’J'^® finely drawn as he had at purgatives‘should be carefully avoid- was a dull party, I don’t blame her!, ^^®. pnrty, when they had had od; I prefer magnesia in some form As soon as I discovered ^ihe’d gone, I- encounter with Jane. for this purpose. set out after her, of course. But 1 got} (Continued Next Week), ^ , | Hard-cooked meats should be iH>r- Certified Public Accountant Box. 15.3—Phone 608 1.AURENS, S. C. —” he fumbled for words, “in so late that I went .to the club. \Vhen I stop ped at her .place this mrorning I found “1 met Tony,” Jane’s mother said'^Hat she’d blown, a,s usual. If you-” without preamble. “He told me that I voice was wistful, “if you’ve «T oKxf T«nxx ” .Kg> aaid finftTIv Weren’t well. That he was afraid i finished working—” there was I don t get Jane, she said finally. something nathetic in you were going borne, that* Is there anything l ean do?” Ellen’s voice was steady. “I was going to leave a note for you,” she said. “To tell you—how sor ry 'I am. Yes, there is something.' I; wish, maybe, that I could be taken>to the station. I’ve had a telegram, you see.” “Poor child,” said JahFs mother, “I hope it’s not bad news!” Ellen’s eyes, meeting hers, knew that she didn’t believe 4n the mythi cal telegram. “Yes,” said Ellen, “I’m afraid that it is bad news.” Jane’s mother was still standing in/ the doorway. Swiftly she spoke. “Jane is my daughter,” she said, “and I lore her very much. Maybe she’s a little spoiled; but she’s a dear girl. And you must remember that she has loved Tony for a long while.” “Whereas,” answered . Ellen, “I ■haven’t!” •“Ah,” said Jane’s mother, “you hav'en’t! You’ll have to love Jiim a great deal to make up for the time you’ve missed.” She was turning, and then— * ‘U’ll make yirar excuses to the rest, at breakfast,” she said. “Don’t you worry. And If you don't wlsnt to go down through the crowded rooms, now, ril have the car wait for you at the side door. It will take you right to your door, of course. Traffic is not heavy—this time of night. It will be quicker than the train—” Ellen was looking at her. “My mother’s hair,” said Ellen, “was like your hair. Her eyes were sweet—like your eyea. But she was always so tired.” "I’m tired, myself, most of the time,” said. Jane’s mother, and then silently she had closed thd door.* When Tony arrived ten minutes lat er, after locating the room through a{ certain amount of bribery and corrupt tion—when he tapped *at the door of that room there was no answer. After a moment he pushed the door In, even though he didn^ belong on the floor. But there wasn’t anyone'in the room when he entered. Thei^ wasn’t even the dust of powder.on the immaculate top of the vanity table. It was nearly dawn when Ellen ar rived back in her own little room. She threw her suitcase, unpacked, across a. seat, and undressed rapidly and flung herself across her bed. And, though she had quite expected t5L sob herself to sleep, she didn’t. Exhtus* tion is like that—*it_ drains one of the emotions! There was bright sunshine—yellow, “It seems to me,” she said at lasljibuttery sunshine—lym^ across Ellen's and levelly, “that it’s always a bilfjface when she wakened. And, such is scene, that it’s always a rehearsal, j the buoyancy of youth, coffee and You and Tony aren’t married, real- i toast restored to her a certain amount ly " . ■ confidence in herself. Her voice “Well,*’ Ellen extended her slim left | didn’t even tremble when she called hand, “here’s ;the-evkleiKe, and Lhave! Dick omthe phone, my marriageifnes s<)mewhere.“ r wpr wnrtrirw “What’s'she playing for, Tony? Not that it’s very sane to ask — I know what she’s playing for. It’s you.” There was a seriousness back of Tony’s casual sounding speech. “Jane and I,” he said, “knocked aoround together for years. I suppose she’d gotten to sort of taking me for granted . . . After all, we weren’t re sponsible when we met, you and I. Wei shook all of the world’s plans into a cocked hht.” Ellen spoke' resentfully. “That,” she said “makes me feel like a spare tire. If you want an an nulment any time, you and Jane—” “You’d drop me as easily as that?” said, Tony; “Yon HMan it?” " Ellen wanted to say that she didn’t mean it; that she wouldn’t give him up, not for fifty Janes, But instead she made her mouth into a straight ,]ine and lowered her lashes so that Tony couldn’t look into her eyeit “I’d let you go as easily as I’d let go of this—” she told him. She opened Jior fingers and the hugei chiffon handkercheif that she was 'carrying fluttered, like a dead butterfly, to the conservatory floor. “I’d—” “Yes, you would!” said Tony gruff ly. All at once he had gathered her ao tightly into his arms that her body felt bruised against the hardness of his body. “I’m sick and tired of this stuff,” sard Tony, “it’s time for a showdown. We’re not fencing, you and I—we’re married. It’s time we behav ed like human beings, or—” He stopped. For there was a rustle of skirts (skirts do rustle, this year) and a voice spoke. “Oh—but I’m intruding!” said a volte. “It always seems as if I choose the wrong time fdr my entrances, doesn’t it?” Of course, it was Jane—it couldn’t be anybody else. Bhei' ^tood in the doorway of the conserrstory — the light was behinid her. They couldn’t see the outline of her face—the ex pression of her eyes and mouth—but somehow Tony’s arms had loosened, somehow Ellen was wriggling free of them. ! “You don’t know,’ said Jane, “how silly I feel!” Tony didn’t say anything at all— perhaps it was because he couldn’t trust his voice. Ellen cUdn’t say any thing either, for a' moment, and then— ' “It’s quite all* right,” she said, “we were just rehearsing our big scene.” Jane took a step into the conserve tory. something pathetic in proud Tony’s appeal, “I’d. like to take Ellen out * •*- (Continued Next Week). ^ New Ktdneys If voii rould vour nnd luxy Kidnt-ys for n^w on«a you woiiM auio- Diatmltytret rid of Night Rising NorvousncHs, DttsineMi. Kheumatiam Burning itrliini'i.nd Aridity Tororroctfunrtionai kidnry dlsiinii-rs try I ho gyannteod Doctor s aper si pn . ni» tiiiii I'gifwf CYSTCX (SiHS-Xcxl—h -I'i Im .ou sistently avoided, unles.s they can be thoroughly chewed. There is little harm in soft meats during tho winter season, I have observed certain advantages in favor of country-cured meats. Air- curing U superior-to*chemical harden- uD in a days or OMiaoy Uick Ai «.i (•n.ii’iii mg. \ • • • • to buy with my head, during 1935 “IT you’re working today,” she told him, “I’m just.the girl that will help! you. Here am I, all alone in town over Sunday.’ Ibe ,taxi seemed to crawl through the quiet Sunday streets, and yet at last she was with Dick in hil old fa miliar workroom. Ellen, with scarcely more than ai word of greeting, went behind the ac-j j a If Tony had been clever enough he could have read the desperation of her bravado. Jane went on—her voice had thick ened. “You know whit I mean,” she sakL “You and Tony don’t belong together. You belong with fellows like Sandy and with Dick of youra. Tony—Tony’s ^ * down my street. It’s all so silly. It’sicustomed screen and changed Into her j. like playing hide in the dark, and find- Indian dress. And then she was out|] ing you with the wrong person when again and posing, a little "khMling fig- the lights come up.” lure once mere—once again the child j] “Yes, isn’t it?” agreed Ellen. She|priestess, wouldn’t give Tony a chance to’say it When Tony came knocking' at the first she’d say it. . door, after the first half hour of her “I wonder,” sgid Jane, . “why you posing, when at Dick’s bidding she came to /«y house—” | pushed the-*df>or wide, she did not change her position. Even though his coming wi|s—^just new—^mbre ^bgit a ae to j«y I I wPhder,” said Ellen, “why you jaked me?”- • Tony spoke at last. 'A very useful New Year’s resolution, and one that isn’t harcTto keep. You’ll find buying tips and hints on every hand.. Watch for them and - / you’ll be able to buy more things at better prices. ^ * There’s a buying guide in the advertising col umns of this newspaper. Here you w^find out what is new, what is proved, what is accepted, * • what is right. You fihd tips on where to buy as ^ - ']■ _ .. well as what to buy. You read about the grow- ing success of a certain merchant. (If his name stays in tbd advertisements, year after, year — then hisgopds must be go^). ^ / Jxook in the advertisements oi your family newspaper for the latest news — about things that make life more pleasant. You’ll learn * J where to get what you weint, how much to pay, and what you can expect from your purchase. You’ll learn how to live better — at a saving. A . _4- “The Paper Everybody Reads” Math - A ■cr . surprise. t v \ \ ; - NS. i.;' A