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\ -TVT'' /d ■ THUltSDAY, FEBRUARY PAGE 'FINAL instalment iShe smiled mutely at the attendant!' “Not too close,” said Ellen, but her Ellen 'wasnt thinking for herself'.who told her the floor on which Tony i head was suddenly lowered above her knitting'. For among the flowers she just one-half as happy!’ A little leaf, gallant and golden]: frail, came floating down from o’^ the airtumn trees. It touched pile' checkrin passing. Pbrhaps it was the fir.'-'t p’ om’se another .spring! THE END. Will YO Bei The P^bgressiYe/clroeer To dbtainl For This town tHE :r PIGGLY ^any more.. “Let's go quickly, Dick,” | was to be found she said. That was all.' “Let’s go!”j The elevator was made of polished There was a knock on the door. It steel and smelled of disinfectants. It was a knock that carried hysteria,with stopped at .several floors and white- it, whicb is a curious thing for a knock>j gowned nurses stepped intq it. They to do! It made Dick turn with a ner-jalso.smelled of disinfectants, but one vous start^the unexpectedness of it..:6f them had fbvely ped hair like Gay’s Dick, with a muttered ^ exclamation, hair. strode over and flung the pqr&l wide.I The ^vator stopped at five r “Oh,” he said, rather weakly. . But Jane, standing in the doorway, wasn’t looking at Dick. .She wa.s look ing, past him toward Ellen. “I rajther thought I’d find you here,” she said bittei^ly, “I went first to your house, but you weren’t^there. I think you’d better-come wdth me, to Tony.” Ellen had advanced a step forward, toward Jane. Her hands were out- st^fehe^j^ pitifully, to tl^ other girl— she might have been a child beggar ^ asking for bread. Her eyes great wells of apprehension. “Why .should I come with you,to r floors, seven floors, nine floods, be fore it paused at the floor to w^hich they had been directed—before Dick was standing aside to let Ellen and Jane step out. Walking rapidly, with Dick and Jane '.somehow falling in behind her, she.w'ent to a desk. She smiled mutely at the attendant who*gave her a room number and a.sked.a question. “Yes, 1 am his «wife!’* she .said. : Tbere was a long corridor. It was were dark, and there was a strong smell of other. As she walked through that long, dark corridor, with its ethery knows stands iJOfijfer'boy'lh the rural id<S' of a lihr form—the village had progressed Tony?” she asked, “Did he send youismell, Ellen began to talk. Nobody for me ? Does he want me ? Why did he send you?” v ‘ - . ' Jane’s face was very w'hite under the dark peak of her hair. Her eyes, also, were great wells in her face. • “I dori^ know whether Tony wants you or not,” she said. “And he didn’t send me‘for you, either. 1 caihe of my own accord, I’m that sort of a fool—Tony isn’t up to sending for anybody, but you’re his wife and you ought to be with him . . . I’ve got my car downstairs. ... I’ll take you to the hospital!” Blit he hadn’t been ill, JOsl a few hours before. He’d been* well enough to talk -with her over the phone. She couldn’t speak, at the first moment of horror—she couldn’t ask questions. She could only hold fast to Dick’s hand with one of her hands, and, miracle of miracles, to Jane’s hand .with the oth er. The ride to the hospital, in Jane’s car, would always be a nighrhtare to Ellen. She’d never grow old enough nor placid enough ot foget the horror of that ride. A hospital? The very name meant that Tony was lit. She could only hold fast to Dick’s and Jane’s hands and trjr to keep from talking, from crying, and' yes, from screaming. She was hardly eewaeious ef JaWa voice explaining matters, brokenly, to Dick. • “He felt that he’d lost everything in the_cra.sh, yesterday,” Jane was saying. And he got sotfie fool idea that' the world was against him, or 'fidthething., I don’t know what hap-Jane. • pened, but his secretary said he had a phone dall and that after talking, for a moment, he hung up the re ceiver and locked the door of his pri- else had spoken for quite a long while, although she hadn’t realized it. Dick and Jane had suddenly become only shadow’.s, “Just tw;q nights ago,” Ellen bab bled, ‘Tony asked me about my house in the country. I|e said if he w’ere des titute maybe I’d, let him come up there. Wasn’t that a funny thing for Tony-to sair ?” , Dick was speaking. ‘ ’ “Steady, Ellen!” he said. That was all. But Ellen was babbling, now at Jane, "There was a big garden full of flower.s,” .she said. “Maybe he might get well if we could sit together there aniong-the flowers. Wouldn’t that be funny!”, „ “Hush!” said Jane. ~ They had stopped walking along the corridor, they had paused in front of a white little placard that .said, “oc cupied.” It was a door which l>ore the number of Tony’s room. . Ellen forgot that there might be such a thing as hospital etiquette and hospital laws, she forgot that any thing might be happening behind that door! She forgot everything except ^hat, Tony, the man sh#? loved, and whom she had denied so lonj^f, was aomawhaae beKiiwt the white, silent had visioijed a tall easel and a white- haired woman.working upon a canvas tharthe eas^l held. “Let’s not talk about my rnother,” said Ellen “not just now. It’s enough to know that ^'e’re here and that she we are and that she under- We’ve done epough going backwards, Tony, let’s go forward for a while.” Perhaps five minutes pas.sed! Per haps ten. The cigarette was thrown away and another c.igai'ette was lights ed. An<L thpn Ell4n was concious of the opening click of the garden gate. She stepped foiward and stood wait ing and, as she waited, she saw an approaching figure coming towaixl her Clinton Mill Club ■To Present Minstrel The Mothers’ club of the Cl|nton Cotton mill will. present “'Pht' Hip- Dixie Minstri'^nd Variety Show* V' the Academy Street school Saturday! night, February 9th, at eight o’clock, j A cast of forty local people, including ] ic number of good blackface cmnedians ! will furnish and abundance of fun for'j the evening with the^ songs, dances,! jokes ana pranks. A chorus of pretty} girls- and dashings Iwys will sing and execute a number of pretty and diffi cult stops.' A number of good soloists will render some of those, old-time \ 1 minstrel songs as well as some of the FRANCHISE7 W« wani a Piggly Wiggly tfora in this town .. #. and this town wants a Piggly Wfgglyl If you art intarested — in- vastigata. TiU)-ulaL Jiiuiibcrjs..a.ugm m the singing and dancing, chorus. The show will be in three parts, the This franchisa antitlas you to Own and oparata a Piggly Wiggly stoira — and brings you export assistance in buying, falling, managamant, equipment end .•vary other detail concerned with its maoassfai oparatiom — - - thri*e yi^ars! Ellen recognizenl him as | minstrel in which all memlK'rs oYthe i the youngster who worked around theij.^^^ part, the big spe<'ialtv nurh- postoffice. “It’s a teller from the city,” she told Tony as she took a square envoi- ( ope from the bqy’s hand. Eagerly she slit it pi>en, glanced through it, “It’s from Claire,” she said, “and it’s full of news. Nice of Clairt*, isn’t it, to be writing? She says she and Gay are sending me a wedding pres ent.” “It’s about time .somebody did,” said Tony. He .H{)oke complacently. Ellen went on, ignoring the inter ruption. “Claire sayti,” she told Tony, “that .she’s taking Dick out for‘‘the week end to Ijong Island to meet her moth er. h didn't know she ha<l a mother . .” “I wonder what that means!” said Tony. , hers, and a screamingly funny after- piece. ■ “ Rehearsals have been going on for some time umler the direction of I. W. Dickson. One of the Ix'st-local talent shows ever given hert'-is promised the big'crowd expect'ed. ' ' OtiMr m«ii v* making ^ money wlHi Piggly Wiggly stores In nearby tovms. You can do the same here. BUT— prompt action on your paK Is essanttal. )Vrft«, 'phone or telegraph today for ^ifufl details of our offer. No obligation trhatioover. .Gat In touch with CREOMUISION HOWARD BATTIN, Piggly Wiggly Spnial R.pr.i«nl.t!v. ^Yeer ewn dmgght h Satliorli^ ciMerfHihr rtfviie jwir woatf M tlw spot if'y«e are fMi re- Nevad by CreomuUiea. Columbia Hotel, Columbia, S. 'C. U G H $ Subscribe to The Chronicle—$1.50 a Year panels of it. • ; Without any hesitation, she reached! out a small, quivering hand and turn ed the knob and walked in a_nd shut the door behind her. “We’ll stay here,” said *Dick to ihe Mew STANDARD SIX At first Ellen could not see, because thfe room was so bright after the dark of the corridor. She stood very still for a moment with her eyes wide and vate office. They didn’t think any- .blinking. She tnijrht have been a tiny thing of it until they hoard the shot girl awakening from her afternoon . . . .Then they broke the door down. nap. 'I^en she saw a white bed, a bed •'I ’» Jane waa cryii^, “I just hap- that rose and fell dizzily, because her pened to come in at that time. I had pulses vrere so . unsteady, because the some securities of my own—I thought tears.were crowding to her eyes, they mighfhelp Tony through a bad! In the bed lay 'Tony, with his face time. .When I reached the door, they were carrying him past men on a stretcher. ... I don’t even know how badly he's hurt. ...” Ellen spoke through' a haze. “I she said mistily, “at least. I didn’t know anything about cra.shes,” But if you’ve ^ot securities to give him—” rit was the crowning agony—that Jane should have something Tony needed— something to give him. But Jane an.swered. What was it Tony had said of Jane—that she was a gentlewoman! “You’ve got something more im portant than securities to give him,“ she said, and her voice was sharp be cause every word was hurting h®>*. “That night, when we were dining together on the roof, he told me how he felt dbout you. That other nigW at my party, when he found that you’d gone—well,^ he told me agftin—I—it’s killing me to pass .it on to you—I’m no plaster saint! But I must—He cares for you. And you—^you’ve got love to give-him. YoiTre his wife. .1^- member that.” ^ “ Thnwch the traffic the car was darting Every light that delayed its progress was like a flaming sword thrust into Ellen’s heart. Every car that crossed their path was like an angel of <leliverance. “Perhaps one of the cars w’ill hit us,” Ellen found herseif saying, A^en- eyer some vehicle*did come perilous ly close. • “^d thqp maybe I’ll be killed. Pll Vant to be killed if Tony dies.” And then centuries later—or was it jifct five minutes lat^r?—the car was drawing up in front of the hos pital, and Ellen was telling herself that it looked just as dark and glum as the building, to which she had once gone with Tony for a marriage li cense, had. looked. white against a spotles.s pillow, and his wide open eybs blueF'than ever, and a twi.sted smile on his face, and an arm taped tight to his side. j “Hello,” said Tony weakly. “Hello, J Ellen! I’m ju.st a rotten failure—that’s j all. I can’t even put over a good sui cide ...” j Ellen stared at him. She didn’t} make any an.swer with words — she i just^stared at.him. And as she stared thereSyas .something in her gaze that burned away every doubt and every barrier anh>^€very moment of distress-j- that two silV, groping young people had ever kn^n. She stared at him wordlessly—ju.« as a young Eve must have stared at la young Adam when she had first awakened in Paradise. And then all at once she was flying across the room, and had dropped on her knees beside the bed. And her lips pressed down 'hard upon the' were hand that lay outside of the coverlet. left hand — the one that wasn’t taped down. . ~ ' . “That’sunfair advan tage,” said Tony, weakly, “when you know I can’t get up. Darlings . . ” Today Pontiac presents in addition to dirt and moisture. The new ride, the “I won’t cry,” she said aloud, sKe^ stepped out of the ‘/I’m all right; you nSeWn’t help me!” , _ Her feet made a terrific clatter on the bare tiled floors, and her voice Bounded unnaturally loud, in her own ears, as she asked at the informa- ition desk where Tony might -be found. Ellen was sittings in the' autumn; g^arden. Her hapds were folded, idly,} in her lap. Her eyes, with their oddly j shaped, winglike brows,* were fixed! upon her husband’s face. * - Tony was sitting beside her in an oW stuffed chair, transplanted from the living room. His legs were stretc! ed out on bright, chintz-dovered cush ions. His face was a little paler than usual; there was still a hint of brown,' in it. Only his arm, in a white sling, ' spoke of what might have been tra-' - „ “It’s nice out here,’^ said Tony, '“isn’t it?’" * .“^Nicer than it ever was before,” ,^said Ellen. She smiled sw;iftly, “Nicer as^than I ever knew it could be.” v “I was afraid,” Topy’s voice was| serious, “that you'd be unhappy, El len, coming back this way, I mean, with me. I wa.s afraid that your moth er—” he fumbled for words, “would be just a .little too/ close. That you might be lonely for her/’ the Pontiac ’family—'the Standard Six hue—even lower in price and offering many of the features that the 1^35 De Luxe Six and Improved Eight introduced with •uch sensational success. All models have the same speedlined'styling that gained Pontiac the name of the most beautiful tiling on wheels. The bodies gre, the same •olid steel *'Turret-Top” Bbdies by Fisher. The brakes are the same—big, positive hydraulics, triple-sealed'^against happy result of tt^Uized^ synchronized springing^ is every bit as gentle and comfortable as you could ask for. The engine, with its silver-alloy bearings, pro vides dependable performence so smooth and lively that you v^’ill doubt it is a si j. 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