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THUltSDAY, FEBRUARY
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'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
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^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
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“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
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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
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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-
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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.
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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-'
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“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
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And, best of all, it operates with an econ
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with other low-priced cars!. /I logk^ a ride
andyou’^ll decide you simply can’t do h(‘tper.
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