The Clinton chronicle. (Clinton, S.C.) 1901-current, September 03, 1936, Image 7
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.
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“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
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my lability and purpose to hi^P^rly
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O. L. LONG, '
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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.
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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
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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
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