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/ ' ■ • * '■/:: / •— I '--' THURSDAY, AUGUST 19^6 THB CUNTOW CHROMCLE, CUWTON, i C. / /. * I . FIRST INSTALLMENT I inf—# fadfet which he was sure “Guess Dulcie’s fot another of herl brinf him independence. ^. spells!” exclaimed Rod O’Rourke,! There was a hint of reproach in tuminf _wtk smilinf eye's to the firllhis voice, when he finally spoke. “I at his side as the car came to a sud den stop. “Well, I’ll soon fix her,” he added. Then he pulled hi^ long legs from beneath the wheel and awunf himself over the battered door. ‘^It’s a wonder you wouldn’t get a new car,” Maris Trevor replied, an unexpected edge in<^her tones. “This old thing’s always falling to pieces.” That red-haired giant. Rod, open ed the hood of the car, and then let it fall as he took a step toward the jfirl. “You know why I’m not buy ing any new oars, Maris.” There was A hurt look in his seaJblue eyes. “You used to like to help me fix Dul- cie. “jOh,. well, ..a girl, get?, tired, doing that all the time,” Maris replied. thought you Understood, Maris. Just as- soon as I manage to get the gad-; get finished—” “You’ve been saying that for so long. Rod ” she interrupted petu lantly. How long did he expect her to ^ait? Would he never realise that a new car now was worth more to her than the possibility of financial independence in the future? R^ looked at her. Then as they neared Van Cortlandt Park and turned down the street to the apart ment where Maris lived with her friend, Patsy Desmond, he mum bled i thickly, “There’s someone else?”,,,, ; For a moment Maris was silent body else. Why don’t you ever, think of yoursel:^ Pat-” asked Maris as she got the butter and water from the ice, box. Pat smiled.. “Well, isn’t that what BRIDIE BARTON sy^YS,;. we’re here for?” she answered gaily, Ordinary Folks Important EvCay year a certain executive de livers a speech to the members of his organization, which ' contains this standard paragraph: “The most im portant peoftle in this office are not my partners or niyself;_they are the young people who sit in the reception halls. My partners and I see only a few people; they see everybody. They create the impression- about our of fice that is carried by thousands of visitors into all sorts of places. Power Projects ^wait Ruling ■/ ^ Ignoring the pleading look in his Maybe it was- just as w’ell to let Rod- ^ really gbt the duck be Maybe if he thought eyes, she took out her < compact. Calmly, she powdered 'Iseis- small. straight nose, and, with her lipstick. think that, there was someone else he would get a new car.* But before she could accentuated the lovely oiitlinX-of ^her soft lips. “What’s come over you, s^ireet heart?” asked Rod. “Don’t you love me any more?” And he imprisoned her soft hands in his. , “Oh, don’t. Rod, your hands are dirty!” She quickly pulled hers nway. Rod laughed; “There’s only a little grease on them. You didn't used to mind a thing like that,' nor if you got j^our own hands black. I can’tf understailfd you, Maris dar ling.” _ . The girl laughed. , “You should,” aha anawered, and,' as her glance met his, the tenseness in his face relaxed. But when she added; V'Hurry up and fix the old bus,” a ^oubled look came into Rod’s (Syes o^ more. He bent over the engine and tink ered with spark plugs and feed line- At th^ point a look of annoyance deny it, he said, “All right. Now^ I understand,” and without anther w'ord, hurried to the curb. / “Aren’t ‘ you coming in?” asked Maris. Rod laughed. “Not where Tm not wanted,” he said, his blue eyes flash- ing. ' i- ■ “Oh, well, if that’s how you feel,” answered Maris, suddenly angry. She enter^ the house then and stepped into \ the elevator. Her cheeks were flatning. Evidently Rod didn’t love her very much if he could let her go like that. Well, she would sho^f him. She had her pride. May-/ be it was a good thing after all. He’d beea-so.sure of her. Swiftly in her 'mind rose the pic ture of another man—dark-eyed/ de- bonnair with swell clothes # ^rce- Arrow’ roadster, oodles of mbney, ev erything a girl would like. His repu tation—well, it'wasn’t just like Rod’s But then, this man moved in a^ dif- and looking at her, Maris realized why she had made—euch a success of her job of telephone operator at the Vanguard Hotel. The manage- nfbnt was crazy about her, and she could have had it lots, easier, but she was a beaver for work. Pat was a slight girl, with laugh ing hazel eyes and masses of blue- black hair that curled naturally about her shell-like ears and smooth forehead. She was engaged to Jim my Doyle, and Maris had a sneaking idea they were waiting to be mar ried after they knew what she, Maris, was going to do. • "dt*s too^' bad -^Rod missed this,” cause he said he was hungry for one.” “ph; he’ll get over that, and lots of other things!” Maris spoke light ly. • / ‘ . But she could not deceive Patsy, who exclaimed, “Look here, Maris, and may bob up at the most unex pected times to do us good or harm “If these young people are going to insult anybody. I hope it will not be the young, messenger boys who deliver telegrams and packages. Qe careful never to insult them. You never can tell how soon they will grow up to be executives in positions Byrnes Tells Voters Hfe Has As^ suranee of RooseveU ^Sant^-Cooper and BuzSards Roose Only Need Approval. Greenwood, Aug. 15.—Senator J. F. Byrnes in a campaign speech here to day said the |d7,600,000 Santee- Cooper and the $3,000,000 Buzzards RoOst poiver projects were assured if the courts approve them. The senator told his audience that President Roosevelt had advised him of jhis willingness to proceed with the Santee-Codper project just before leaving Washington. “The president allotted $11,000,000 to start the work,” he said, “when the power companies brought sipt /alleg ing the law was unconstitutional and pending the decision of the case had the courts stop all work upon the PAGE SEVKH THE WA HRONlCLE*S BATES Ic per word for finik tion; five inaertiona \ffr ‘ tbr price of foor. Minissimk 25e. Card of thaaka .aadl trUHilM of reapcct, Ic a wor<L, pay^t ^in advance. Minlnma Me. FOR SALE—^^Few frying-size chick- ens. SOc. each. Mrs. Harry Layton. GEDXr LOGS WANTED—Delivered at our mill near .Clinton Milling Co., or put out on good roads, or os the stump. Wrenn Bros., Clinton, S. C, 9.3-5p where they may have a big influence; propect.” on our affairs.” j He said the Buzzard Roost case is An ai^tomobile dealer mistreated a'expected to be argued in October and certain difficult customer, who forth- ^ that the decision in this case will con- with acquired a permanent grouch Urol the Santee-Cooper case, and devoted much of his spare time to , Thomas Stoney of Charleston, FOR SALE -4 Small studio upright piano and.a small baby gran^ piann in this section. Will sell cheap fbr cash, or terms may be arranged. Ad dress, Credit Manager, P. 0. Box 62Z, Spartanburg, S. C. 8-27-3« For RADIO SERVICE, Phone 36 — Radio Ex change. airing his grievance. Nobody know-s how many sales he killed in the course - of the' -year, probabljr h«n« dreds._ A meter-reader for a public utility company was rude to a house wife. Her husband was subsequent ly elected to the state legislature and became a thorn in the company’s side. Every business, big or little, is de pendent for its good will on the hum- FOR RENT—Twq connecting roonu^ ^ I fumished or unfurnished. Close in. opiiosing Bjn-nes renomination.'^chal- Mrs. W. M. Chaney, at Ellison’n lenged him in a recent speech to say Ite I know it’s imne of my business, but drum activitieis of very ordinary men ••• mm ^ XT A ___ 1 . .. • wtiTthdr*' the’ SkhttSe-Cdolie’r' ^rdjedt was ever going thi^bugh or whether it was merely a political expedient. The senator made his reference to the Santee-Cooi>er project as he and Stoney and Col. William C. Harllee, the other candidate, spoke here on their county-to-county speaking tour. since you’\y been W’orking at Fay- son’s you’ve been different. Come on, spill the beans.” “There aren’t an^ to be spilled.” “Sure you’re not interested in some of th«/r smart salesmen?” Maris smiled a Mona Lisa smile, and she crumbled a; Iroll without answering. Then she glanced up brightly. “Oh, no!” was all she re marked. “Seems to me you’ve been all ex cited since you told me young Fay- son had started to work for his dad and was going to revolutionize the piece goods department.” “Well, Stanley Fayson’s certainly some bright boy,” conceded Maris. “That’s all right, but take it from me, a fellow like that isn't going to waste his time on a stenographer— not that I’m looking down on your CARD OF THANKS and women. These ,,people are unim portant on the pay-roll, but they may ^ be mightily important in the balance Jo Ihe Voters of Laurens County: iheet. Then They Got Married The campus of a certain university was picketed by fiery-eyed young sters carrying banners of violent pro test. Just what the object of their indignation may have been, I can’t for the moment remember. It was a lively spectacle; a couple of /windows were broken in a recitation hall, and the president’s study was assailed with high-piched demands that he come forth and declare himself. I wish to thank each one of my friends for the vote given me in Tuesday’s primary. I am deeply grateful for this evidence of your confidence and will always be indebt ed to you for this support. .F."hicks OWINGS. F'OR SALE—Old-time mahogany roM carved sofa and chairs. Mrs. E. P. Henderson, 901 Edgefield Avenue^ Greenwood, S. C. i 9-3-2p ' CARD OF THANKS To the Voters of Laurens County: I wish to thank the voters of Lau rens county for the handsome vote I received Tuesday in jjjy. race for she took a tiny eyebrow pencil and touched uh her strai|;ht brows so that their darkness accentuated the " golden sheenNof her wavy hair. Then, with moistened/ finger tips, she curl •ed the long, dah her big, browTr#^8. > Adjusting the tie of her smart print suil^ she. slip/ped her compact into her handbag kii4 closed it with a sharp snap.* Then her eyes rested on Rod. Beads of perZpiration dot ted his cheeks, while a black streak furrowed his forehead, where his greasy fingers had pushed back the lock of curly red hair that persisted Continued Next Week spread over Maris’ fair face while ferent strata of society. _ Ijob-but, Maris, why do you waste Her thoughts were swiftly ended.,^ time thinking about him?” she The door of their apartment had s opened and Patsy stood there'. ® “Isn’t Rod coming up? I've made the loveliest dinner for him,” Patsy lashes that ringed [announced.A spot of / chocolate icing ornamented hCr flushed cheeks while the heat from the kitchen had twisted her blue black hair into shiny cork-screw curia about her heart- shaped face. “No,” answered Maris .shortly, brushing past her. “You’ve had a scrap?” she asked County Commissioner. The results of I met him on a golf course a w-epk I the first primary put me in the sec- later and referred to the rumpus. |ond race and I shall deeply appreci- “You look pretty serene for a mandate yoiir.support and influence, prom^ who has lived through so many|i.sing if elected, to give my best ef- Gray Funeral Home Clinton, S. C. FUNERAL DIRECTORS ••• and ••• EMBALMERS Ambulance Service Phones 41 and 399-J L. RUSSELL GRAY and V. PARKS ADAIR, Gen. Mgra. uprisings,” I remarked. He laughed. They are a regtfTiT~p^rt of the job, he said, “Every once in a while the young man’s thoughts turn to parade and denunciations. I have watched forts to the interests of the county. E. FRANK ANDERSON. JAP^I^OO. riNI NAIII AND tCALF ITS 4 tcMip ttmann Mcitl. Kit n WOtKI At All Owmhil WHto fir rail BmIM •*TIm Tni» Ak«l TIm Nalr.** NatMMl Ziibi# aw V«a FINAL SETTLEMENT | Take notice that on the 28th day of( All College Coaches Study This Sununer the phenomenon for twenty-five . September, 1936, I will render a final years. Also, I have kept a list of the] account of my acts and doings as Ex- I know whatlecutrix of the estate of Dr. E. Mood principal riot leader.3. hapjiens, to them.” — j Smith, deceased, in the office of the “That’s intere.stin£” I said. “What Judge o^ Probate of Laurens county, tloes happen to them?” Septeihber 1 will find Presbyterian! “They get jobs, and then they get at 11 o’clock a. m., and on the same (lay wHl apply for a final discharge in falling across it. . A frown of annoyance dat-.kened | gloves. , I’m going ddwm to get him, the girl’s face. Why did Rod in- and, suiting her action to her words, sist on hanging onto the old c^r? Blue Hose coaches have attendlkl' .\nd Tjy that time they are no longer: is notified and required to make pay- “Oh honey didn’t I warn you not!coaching schools. [interested in over-turning things./ment on or before that date; and all to rouse his Irish? He’s one of us' Frank Waldrep, w-ho will have They are too bu.sy playing the game.”j persons having claims against saU and you must handle him with kid charge of freshman football an^ It will be a sad day for the world [estate will jiresent them on or before college with* a well-prepared coaching married, and then they have young-'from my trust as Executrix, staff. During the past two month.S|8ters, a#d then they get better jobs.] Any person indebted to said estate i He could afford a new \ one if oidy he weren’t so crazy abou^ his radiq invention, which cost himx'sO much.\ At first it had been fun going out with him and fixing ‘Dulcie when she became balky. It gave ^em a chance to stop, and then Rod would take Maris in hiz arms, kiss her tenderly, and tell her of his love. ^ The girl’s . eyes softened as she watched RocL She loved him. She’d loved him from the very fist dajr she had met him. In spite of his red hair she darted down the hill. “He’li^'be gone by now.” “Not if Dulcie’s cutting up usual capers.” • u “She’s lieen cutting up all right,” her freshman basketball, spent a we^k : if youth ever ceases to have its period i said dale, duly proven, or be forever ’allace Wade at of protest. A’outh ought to be dis-j barred. , ‘ answered Maris, “but she’s going like the Royal Scot now, I guess. Never mind Rod.” The girl pulled off her ^oft hat and crossed the threshold.. “Be can’t be far away. I’ll* bring him bahk with me,” called Patsy as she hastily pressed the elevator ^1 again. x ^ Five minutes later she rertotered or perhaps because of it, he was a . handsome young man. He was tall the apartment. “Well I guess Rims and lean, with flashing sea-blue eyes, j Irish is up all right.^, N()t a sign and tanned cheeks. He held" himself | of him anywhere. What did <^0 like a Viking of old, she thought. [to him?” she asked her friehd as she In the rapturous days that fol-istood for a moment in the doorway, lowed their first meeting, Maris toldj. “Didn’t do a thing to him. But him a thousand times she didn’t care what’s the use qf talking?” Maris studying under Wallace Puke in July. j.«(atisfie(l and in-patient;* it ought to Lonnfe McMillitn, whp will_con-! look critically at the messy fashion tinue his basketball aqi track work t in which its elders have run the this year, but who ha^ been moved to/world. The .sharp point of its pro assistant varsity cokch in football, re- j test pricks old age and causes some cently spent ^ week at ^he Butler coaching schjobl in Indianapolis, Ind. Coach Jphnson early in/the surnrher attended coaching school in /Boston, and Forehand will attend the^ Un|ver- grudging foiward movement. But-nature .seldom allows the move- sity of North Carolina school late this month. MINNIE F. SMITH, Executrix. Aug. 25, 1936.—9-17-4CS. ment to develop into^a run-away. Almost before Youth is- aware of what is “happening, she has jiiarried him, and put him to work, and trans ferred him to the ranks of good citi zens. 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He had ideas, and as a radio engineer he would surely cash in on them pres ently. -.Bw^Jately that wonderful p-.i.alk.A 4uUiro->bad-eeenMd SO far away, an4^qrehead. • Smoo^mg it away,. she now as her eyes rested orT Rod she- saw him no longer with the adora tion she had lavished on him at firsts but rather with a critical eye; “There,” Rod exclaimed, wiping his hands On a bit of waste, “guess walked toward her dressing table while patsy returned to the kitchen. As she stood for a moment before the mirror, a tiny frOw-n creased her smiled at her reTlectibh Th tlw mir^' ror, then steeled her . heart against thoughts of Rod. Picking up her comb, she quickly pulled it through her fair wavy hair ajid set the soft curls with expert fingers. Dhlcie will make it all right.” Slid-1 Pat would be likely to lecture her, ing his long l^s over the side of but she'’d stick to her point. Rod \the car he, .seated himself once more had no right to expect a pretty girl beside Maris. like her to he satisfied with an old “I hope so,” she remarked un- car like his. There were lots of graciously. [other young men who'd be'only too “Of course she will,” insisted Rod,' glad to have the •chance to date her. with a forced note of, gaiety in his Entering the tifiy living room, she voice. Just t&n, a|ter|a few cough-, passed through the dining room, ings and sput^ngz, the little car Then, opening the swinging door started to speed alqflg the road as Tntb ‘the kitchen she asked, “AflY- though she were setting out to win thing I can do to help you?” ' > the Derby. / “Put the water in the glasses and But to ail Rod’s efforts to get get the butter; then we’re all set.”' Maris to talk, the girl was strangely! “Smells awfully good!” Maris ex- silent, or gave him quite curt an- (claimed. “What are we hav'ing ? ywers. This was so unlike her usual! “Roast duck and all the fixings, gay banter, that at last he slowed jit’s a shame there’s only the two up^ ’ of us after all my Work.” “Don’t you feel good, honey?” he “Well, what about the boy friend? Asked, slitting his arm About her.[Why isn’t Jimmy here?” But Maris shook herself free. |' “Oh, some trouble in the Bronx “You'll crush my drees. Rod. Of course I'm all right, but 1 wish to and of course he was roped into it. That’s the worst of being connected goodness you’d buy a different car.” with a telephone company’s trouble She tried to laugh lightly, az she finr department.” ished, but there was a notr of Annoy ance in her voice. “Is that what’s bothering you?” “Well, isn^t that plenty? Cars are surely ehea^/ enotiEb,’’ _8he declared, though deep in hqr heart she kn^ she wasn’t being fidr.' -'^Rod was sav ing every penny so he coaid perfect ghe device on which he was work- “But surely he won’t he there all night. Lefs wait for him.” “No use dojng that. He won’t be' through for hours. Besides) I want to get back to the hotel early be cause i3Iaine ' wants to go to a‘ dance tonight.” - “Seems to me you and Jimmy are always doing something for some- . AIRPLANE VIEW) CAMPUS STATE TRAININQ SCHOOL, CLINTON "In tts annual report at the closs’of the fiscal year, June, 1935, the State Training school, at Clinton, claimed an unbroken record of new closing the-year with a CeActt. At that time there were_528 enrolled, aJmost equally divided Into male and female, who were, receiving training At this institution. . ...... Besides the elementary subjects, dome:.t:c sclcace, A^ and crafts, s bop work and nuMic are taught. Ample time is ai.owed lOr recivav*on u of tbe schooLi " \ Pl'o^o Courtesy Charleston News and Couriwr. \. \ ■ A • #