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SECOND INSTALLMENT Synopsis: Maris Trevor is discour* need because 'Rod O’^orice spends all his money developing an invention which he hopes will provide an in* come so that they can marry. Maris thinks they shoulld enjoy the pres- Often she wished he would wear theip better, have them pressed oftenet, and . . . But a wistful smile crept around the comers of her rosy lips. Rod was a dear. He Imd been good to her. That time when she had the flu he had nearly bankrupted himself • ent rather,^than deny themselves for \ sending her Howers.^ He knew she the future. She becomes uncertain of her love for Rod. Perhaps there would be more happiness with someone else. ''“IVe never spoken to him,” de clared Maris stoutly. She wondered why Patsy seemed to have an almost uncanny intuition about her^tlumghts. “Maybe not, but I bet yon'ra iratch* ing every minute for that very chance.” “Well, it’s a long one, anyway. Mise Riggs gives out all the work, and it’s only the tried and trusted — not a newcomer like, me—who are allowed to irdi^ for tbo 1>dsk 61^ tiM Iklfi' iKfh. What chance have I to get acquaint ed with young Fayson?” she ques tioned, nonchalantly taking another roll. To herself, however, she con fessed that she would make the chance soon if it didn*t come along naturally. loved them. Again a look of discontent crept into her eyes. If she married Rod she’d have to live in some cheap litr tie bungalow, for he had told her he wanted to live in the~country even’ if he had to become a cennmuter. Well, Maris wasn’t so sure she liked the idea. She loved the noise and the excitement of New York. The coun try kind of gave her the blues. It w'as so quiet. Maybe she could make Rod change his mind about that. But suddenly she pulled her thoughts together. Why should she Gradually the i^m emptied as the id^lA hurrM from their desks. At last Mias.Riggs said, “I guess thaVs all right,” and rising, hurried with the letter to the vice-president’s office. Maris went back to her desk and cov ered her machine. She was just put ting away her eraser and carbon pa per when she heard a light fodtfilT beside her. ^ Glancing up, she saw young Stan ley Fayson coming down the corri^ dor. He tip])ed his hat as he passed her and said, “Surely you’re not still working ? ” “'No, I’ve just finished,” she an swered. __With another sniile the young man passed through the swing door. A “He’s a dear,” whispered Maris to herself as she gather^ up her bag and hurried to the cloakroom. “I bet bd tMhkihg dt Red Wheit maybwStaw^'tbere-’sv nothing -to- aH those, stones ley Fayson—the warm color flooded her ch^ks at the very suggestion of his name—might fall in love with her? ■• _ The creaking of a door disturbed her thoughts, and she turned to see ^^ . two giggling debs coming down the Well, Maris, I haven’t worked corridor. How cai^free they seemed; Mr. and Mrs.^ Marvin Sanders spent the past week-ond with Miss Etta Lawsoh in Gwnwood. Miss Minnie Hunt and^Jaipes Hunt visited relStives in Hartwell, ^Ga., last WWlb* , AS “Bill” Terry spent the week-end in Augusta.' Miss Eva Hudson of Fairmont, was the week-ehd guest of Miss Evelyn Mayfield. Mr. and Mrs. Bob Yarborough and /Mrs. J. E. Shaw visited Miss Kath erine Shaw-at ~State Park, Columbia, Sunday. - Miss Ossie Sowells '"of Hartwell, Ga., is visiting Mn. James Hunt. Mr. and Mrs. Guy M. Cromer of Anderson, spent tne week-end with Mr. and Mrs. Joe CampbeH. Mr. and Mrs. Grange Campbell vis ited Mrs.^ Campbell’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Garrett, in Spartanburg, Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Eldgar Riddle of An derson, were the week-end guests of Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Riddle. Miss Eldna Chan^^. and Curtis Chaney, Jr., spent Sunday with rela tives in Greenville. Misses Edna and Hazel Harris, Nellie Harvey and Edie Weir enjoy- ed a birthday dinner given in honor CARD OF THANKS wish to extend to the voters of M county my sincere^ thanks the handsome vote given me for Solicitor in the first primary. ; ' I am deepfy grateful for tpis sup port of jny home .people, which ex presses your confidence fnd trust in my lability and purpose to hi^P^rly fill the office. 1 invite your support and ihfluence in the primary Tue^ay, and promise tf elected to give.tHe best service of which I am capable, O. L. LONG, ' Candidate for Solicitor. When broiling ham for breakfUt oc any other meal spread it first wltH pftepared mustard: That gives the fin- ' ishing savory touch to this favorite meat. To bake a slice of ham trim off border fat, chop the fat and mix witli brown sugar And prepared mustard. Spread this on hant and bake haH as hour." CARD OF THANKS I wish to publicly thank the voters of LaUrens county for the flattering vote* given nie in my race for re-elec tion as Game Warden. ’This evidence of confidence in me, and endorsement of my services Im ihis offiw is ap preciated more than I can express. In the future as in the pakt, I promise a faithful performance of the duties of the office. SIDNEY A. LEE. THE CHBONICLE^ I WANT AD RATES Ic par word far first tion; five inserHat far Ika priee of four. MiniaBai ^arga 25c. Card of thanks and tribataa of respect, le a ward, payal^ in advance. Minininai Sda. .■V around hotels for the last few years without learning a thing or two, and remember, young fellows like Fayson may play around with girls like us, but that’s all there is to it. They don’t want us for wives.” “Who said we wanted to marry them f You take things too seri ously.” “No, Maris, but when you’ve a per fectly good boy friend, I can’t see why you want to break up with him on the chance that young Fayson will take a shine to you. Why don’t you call Rod and tell him to come around ? ‘ I bet he’s wishing you would. Go on/ begged Patsy. “Why should I? That young man needs a lesson.” ‘ “But, Maris, it seems so silly to break up a worthwhile friendship just because Rod won’t get a new car! You know he’ll get one later on— once he puts his invention over—and then you’ll be mighty sorry if it’s some other girl who goes' riding in it instead of you.” “Oh, go on, Pat; you needn’t think you’ll frighten me into calling him up. When Rod comes to his senses again there’ll be time ^nough to talk to hkp. Say if you waltt to get to the hotel early you’d betteSHbe stjtnng-— at least if you want to sample your chocolate cake first.” . \ how stunningly, they were dressed! Again Maris realist what a drab picture she made in her cheap printed silk frock; One girl was dark, with snappy brown ,eye8 and seemed vivid ly electric ini all her ge.stures; the other was a languorous blonde, but even her somewhat uninteresting face was transformed with laughter. Can you tell us where to find Mr. Fayson—:Mr. Stanley Fayson?” ques tioned the small dark-eVed girl. Maris was suddenly glad that her desk edged the draughty corridor. “It’s like walking- through* a maze to find your way through all. these passages,” laughed the blond girl. Maris said, “Mr. Fayson’s office is the last one down the corridor. He’s at his desk.” Quickly the girls turned. “Oh, there he is!” The small, dark girl turned again after she spoke, and smiled to Maris. Then she said, “Thanks so much. I’m afraid we must seem‘awfully dumb.” **0{ Course we are,” rejoined the other girl, “though I bet you’d be mad, Rowene, if I told you so.” When they hastened down the cor ridor, Maris’ eyes were riveted on the girls. Where had she heard the name “RowWie” before? Then suddenly she remeihbered what one_of the girls had told her—that Rowene Quirk’s 'Sbtil- of hU wildness; .t colkgo. _(^sh, buT C.rtor Sunday, hasn't he the fine inanMrs!’ j,rs. U 'J. Strait of Rock If only she could let the girls know that the proud young boss had spoken to her! They’d be jealous, all right, especially Milly Tremaine, who felt she was the star office vamp. But when she reached the dressing room there was none of the giggling and chattering that usually j her ears. She opened the door. All the girls had gone. It seemed too bad that she couldn’t find even one for an au dience. Well, perhaps it was better Hill, is visiting her son. Rev.. B. S. Drennan. Mr. and Mrs. H. N. Reid and fam ily of Whitmire, visited Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Word Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. John Heath'and fam ily of Greenville, spent Sunday _with Mrs. Heath’s parents, Mr. and Mr8.”J^ CARD OF THANKS I wish to thank the voterf of Lau rens county for re-electing me as your coroner without opposition. I de sire to express my sincere appreci ation to one and all alike, and to ,plcdgf . VIM* .my bea!t-cffoj±i;,.'to- charge the duties of the office promptly and efficiently at all times. JOHN A. THOMASON. so. There might come a day when she^ given Mrs. Hun could calmly speak aa though Stanley were an old friend of hers. (Continued Next Issue). Subscribe To THE CHRONICLE Birthday Party surjirise birthday * party It S was Saturday night at her home by her daughter. Miss Min nie Hunt. After several games were enjoyed, delightful refreshments were served. 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C. 9-3-2p If You Don’t Read THE CHRONICLE : You Don’t Get the NEWS To the Voters of Laurens County I wieh to thank you sincerely for the handsome vote given me for dMlnty commissioner in the first pri mary. - Your ballot and support put me in the second primary with three other good men; and now I wish to ask you to vote and say a good word for me in the second race: | If elected, I promise to give the county the best service I am capable of, and to treat all sections of the county fairly.,. ~ Lander B. Stoddard Candidate For County Commissioner Gray Funeral Home Clinton, S, C. FUNERAI. DIRECTORS and( ••• EMBALMERS Ambulance Service Phones 41 and S99-J L. RUSSELL GRAY and V. PARKS ADAIR, Gen. Hgn. cheeks MALARIA in 3 days COLDS first dsy Liquid, Tablets Hesdsche, 30 minutes Ssive, Nose Drops Try “Rnb-My**'rism,** WorId*s Best Liniment 666 But the dishes?” countered Pstsy.jer was crazy to have her daughter “Nevor^ mind' the dishes. I’ll do marry a rich man. them, only I want to take my time Well, she’d evidently lost no time over this sumptuous cake and coffee,”tin having her meet Stanley, for when, said Maris, rising and turnifig on the j they entered his office she percheiP radio. I casually on his desk, lit a cigarette The velvety.click-clicking of twen-[and chatted light-heartedly with him. ty noiseless typewriters r-inh echoed in Maris’ ears. She was siHing at her desk in the etenographera’' room the next morning,^., .There was no sheet of paper in h^ machine, nor any dic taphone going at- her-aide, for she had ^st finished a batch of letters .jind Miss Riggs, her chief, had not giv^n her anything else to do.- Her eye* were not on her machine nor on her fellow workers, but her gaze wandered along the corridor to the glass-encased office where young Htanfey Fayson ;wm seated at his de/ric. His coming had cause a wild -flatter of excitement in many of the giris’ hearts. Some of the youthlql stenographers had openly discussed their chances of catching the wealthy young man who, like many another •college boy, had assured his friends be was going to revolutionize hit ' father’s, business. . JBat so far, in spite of n reputa tion thnt hnd preceded his anirisl— ♦w pretty giris wetw his specinky —he- had apparently not learned of their existence. Or pmrhaps,' ns Miss Rtffs jnvgeeted wboi queried by jme of the giris, he wns too near Ms fath* or now. to stnzt anything. Ai wris gaaed ft hinv-vhe no ticed his sleek black hair, his swastity cemplexion aiid his restless, •oyes. When he lit a cigarette Ckan of a Jewel in the quaint ring he wore on his* eninll finger, emiBha her eye, while she felt n glow of aet- isfaction in his halmaeulnte clothes. “I bet be pays at least a hundred 'dollars for a suit,” she thought to herself, noting Ms smartly emt mom- “and he has a different one on every day. They say be get# sdl made by some grand Isindon tal-^ lor. and he wears impeded shoaa and who evidently thought an office was * T _ . • MAM I -- -A— — - - • She was a Western giri—fairly rich too—and folks aaid -her mother was; crazy.about dden^^alousw^ seared Maris’ heart?'Why was a^life of hard work to be her lot 'when she wasr just as cute as those other girls who didn’t know what it was to hit the keys of a typewriter, to toil all day in an of fice and sell their freedom for a paL try pay envelope ? It wasn’t fair. No, it wasn’t! Then Stanley rose and took his hat from the rack, holding the door of his office open. The girls passed down the corridor accompanied by him. A ddU fifty swept through Maris. - But even as they passed her desk and Maris noticed the coy glances Rowene gave Stanley, Miss Riggs put some records on her desk. “You’ve i^t to be very careful with this letter,” she told the giri. “There are a lot of figurei in it, and aa quo tations on piece goods are being given aX frightfully low prices, yon most be stiie nad get, them nil right.” Sha paused beside [ Maris for a moment *^ou*d bet^.1et me go over this nf- tar yon fl3iS,~lbr in any of tbese qaB<|M>oa« might -mean a ter- ribla iwt faf-lha hodse.” . “All right** answered Maris, sHp- pii« a sheet of carbon between the letter-head and second sheet before She pot them in her macMne. Bat even aa she put on her phoass and etarted the. maehtae go ing, her thonghfts foUoaed Stanley and tha young society bads who Inrad Mm from his desk so easily. While her slender fingers transcribed the words that^’she heard, back in her mind her thoughts were busy oon- tmsting her life with that of the girls m If you want the home hews... have THE CHRC^nCLE follow you. Its regular visits wiB be “Like a Letter From Home.” STUDENTS AND TEACISR’S RATE ^1.00^ foLNinr Months r Imta. Ot^-gaiih, deami’t betook swnB! A faint frown of distoiReiit twist- •«d her dainty lipa. A gjri woMd be .Indqr to get a man^lBse that along -imM* an hit father’s ^ mUHons. Didn't •omeone say hia graadmoHier had left him a million, too? Gosh, some folks have the lock! • “Now,” she thought, “if only I had the money to dress like the girls he goaa around with, I’m sure I’d look just as well. Oh, wouldn’t it be grand to marry a man who could give you gorgeous clothes and jewels and «am? “Someone who would take you to Europe and anywhere you want -ad!” Then a far-away look came into her eyes, for swiftly she remsmAered Mod. But then she pouted. Why didn’t Tj^ruf bother more about ^us ek^est ride; here it is. iAmo* I Hour after hour she woritad, with but a short breathing space for lunch, for maay of the salesmen were in firem the road and the correspondenee room was delu|red with their work. She glanced at the clock. Five mhi'^ otas to live. Well, she’d n^ be in too great a hurry to Tinish tBe letters she was working on, or Miss Riggs might give her some more. ^ The five o’clock whistle somuM. The hum ^ marching feet echoed W around. Maris raised her eyes. The Mat cjrHiMiers had been given out She would turn her letters in now. But when she reached the desk Miss Riggs said, “Oh, juet a mianto. We’ve got to check over that letter with the quotations. I put it to one The \ -'-TTrA^ i “The Fanitily Newspaper Everybody Reads” “Just Like a Lettor From Home” \ iltsdSMiWIItitfAai *1 i' ili~' '1'lifc'III! TLT*^' I k > A. ^ 'f/ ^ \