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I.-. 1... T< r 4g! I THURSDAY, ^OCTOBER 8, 1936 j’;5T!»wp;r?5:2rt™5'?;?r^('*'T^ i?' y' ■’r-''. W .HfiWJ llUi» ..' / ■ ■ ./. TfiE CUNTON CHRONICLE. CLINTON, S. C. 1= PAGE SETEIf -rr X SEVENTH INSTALLMl^T I this? I’ve never done any modelin*.^’| “Why, Maris,' this is wonderful! Synopsis: Maris Trevor is*discour-1 “That’s just why I want you. That’s aged b^ause Rod O’Rorke^ spends all | why I decided to .have Miss Quirk and his money developing an invention some bf her friends put this show on, which he hopes will provide an in- because we want to prove that bur come so that they can nurry. Maris thinks they shoulld enjoy the pres ent rather than deny themselves for the future. She becomes uncertain of her love for Rod. Perhaps there would be more happiness, with someone ^Ise. “Say,” cried the girl, “since when have you been handing the youhg boss billet-doux? Seems to me that ain’t the.first time you two met, and thought F had my eyes peeled for young romance around here. You’ve sure put one over on me.’’ “Oh, go on, Milly. There’s nothing to that.’’ “Huh, that’s what they all say. But "remember, young lady,** Stan’s got ^a, new crepe and other fabrics are the choice of such girls, .and not just de signed for show wear or for profes sional use.’’ “You certainly will,*’ he answered, a sudden glow in his eyes again. “Don’t woriy about a thing. You’ll of the evening. I’m^ sure of be the hit that.’’ Novr you’ll see how you’d like to be a mannequin.’’ FARMING—Mr.NHunter’s Way After listening wi^ a great deal of disgust to all the talk about farm- e T Til u 1. •*. -11 u 1-1.-K’®” having no chance these days, *1 read about David Hunter ^ Iowa, who has run $4.88 up into $30^0 in 20 years of farming. Mr. Hunter is now 45 years old he celebrated his ^birthday by bur iqg paid-up mortgages for starting ^as an opera star instead of working up to stardom. Oh, Patsy, I’m so excited, ahd you should have, seen how Stan look^ at me. Gosh, when I came into his office in the wonderful gown or rather whqn he stepped into his private office and saw me^well, I haven’t got words to Jersey is. It is -only 60 miles from the Hudson to the Delaware, and both railway and highway travel is much ftster east an4 west from NeW York than northwi^. ’ ' ‘ .f Another thing I like about Penn sylvania is that there no state in come* tax and property taxes are the lowest I have ever heard of anywhere. New Yorkers are j-ust beginning to discover that, northwestern Penn sylvania is more' accessible than Western Connecticut or even North ern Westchester County, and real estate prices have not begun to soar. THE CHRONICLES WANT AD RATES Ic per word for flrtt tion; five inaertioos for tho price of four. Miiimom ckoigo 25c. ^ Card of thanks and trnMrtio of respect, Ic n word. foyilUt in advanre. Minimaa| 50^ ' POR SALE—A few lovely caniurieo. Apply at the Hollingsworth homo^ Thorn well orphanage. Ip g26,000, the mon$y he had borrowed j .. T j j * * - to buy and equip the 160-acre farm. d„crr^ wtat I d.d to that yount ^ ^ ^ man. He’s all set up again, and didntl .K-f Ka. k.. ‘ ■ I T L u 1. K L i A iT T that he has made money every “I’ll do my best,’’ Maris said in a the heart-broken lad when, I ^ low voice, while her smile, which re- vealed a dimple in her left cheek, was not lost on Stan. He was already wondering why he had failed to no tice this girl during all the weeks she had worked just a stone’s throw from his office. I- know you will^ and ’doft^^'let-any- girl, though I'must say you’d make aithing fuss you. .Remember, yoVye good understudy for Rowefle — the *«'’®d the situation, and I’ll never for- aame silky, golden hair, the same *^t that,’’ ha announced emphatically dark eyes.’’ Maris’ heart was beating furiously “But that’s where it ends. Look at Rowene’s jewels and me with a five- and-ten bangle on my lily-white arm —the only jewelry I’ve got, and I’m glad enough to have it as she left his office and met the went in at first. A troubled look had crept into Pat sy’s hazel eyes. “jOh, Maris, do be careful. Don’t start and think Stan’s crazy about you. Remember he wants to make good, and is probably mighty glad he found a girl so easily to take Rowene’s place,-so don’t get all sen timental abouTITirh, Maris.*^" ' ^ ^ "'^“There, you little kill-joy, why don’t you say, ‘Go to it, old girl,’ like Miss started farming. This, to me, is just another evi dence that a good farmer^can make a good living on good land anywhere, anytime. MOVING—To Fertile Soil ' I ’ have"’just sol'd ' rny' did,'** rocky hillside farm iin Berkshire County,' Massachussetts, and I am moving to Riggs did? She’s a business woman! a more fertile and prosperous agri-' frankly inquisitive glanws of the girls,,.as well as the questioning looks of the niiscellaneous salesmen w'ho alw’ays seemed to be hanging around and I bet she’s fed up on it and would 1 cultural region, in Bucks County, give her eye-teeth if she had the j Pehnsylvahia. ELECTRICITL—Low Rates Another thing I like about. Penn sylvania is that the rate for electric current is lower than anything I know of in the East. C , , I am going to try heating my en tire supply of domestic hot water nearly^by electricity’ using a s(;heme called tKe “off peak’’ rate. The electric cothpany installs an 80-gallon hot wateK^tank with an electric heating unit, and charges me one cent a kilo watt hour for current, except be tween the’hours of 4 to 10 p. m., when they have a demand for all the cur rent they can produce. I am told that this is the cheapest electric current rate anywhere in America, and that I can get hot water for all household purposes cheaper, -than by coah - gas- or - oH; Anyway,- I am going to try it, and will report progress. If it can be done in one place, I don’t see why it can’l be done everywhere. LOST—One bed rail between Clintoii and Judd Langston place. Finder^ please notify A. R. Williams, 19* S. Thornwell street. Ip POR RENT—My residence on South Adair street, available Oct. 1. Roger L. Coe, 3107 Divine St., Columbia,* S. C. tf For RADIO SERVICE, Phone 36 — Radio, Ex change. ' NOTICE—Let thee Woman’s club or der your pansy plants. Call Mrs. John W. Little at once, phone 336-J. Up “Well, then, Maris, there’s nothing anywhere but in the room set apart for.yotr to do but cut ojit Rowene. I Tor their special use bet that wouldn’t be so hard.t ^ey say she's just as dumb as she’s bean- tiful, so that’s going some. Say, why don’t you?” she -whispered, ,her al mond-shaped eyes alight. But she glanced neither left nor right, but hurried toward Miss Riggrs’ desk. “You’re going to do it?” she asked. “I’m so glad. This is a chance in a lifetime. Now make the most of it.” chance to daddy.'K charm some old sugar! .After spending a largo part of my 1 Summer looking, over this region “^'How about you making a bid for him? I thought that was your spec-| “I f®®! terribly nervous about ap- • ialty?” and Maris looked at the girl: P®aring before a whole hall full of iinfpnt^lv ' people. I just don’t know if I’ll be i intently. Milly gave a little smirk. ’Then in a very confidential tone, she said, “It used to be, but I’ve decided a star salesman who can make his twenty graifd a year is all I want.” “You mean you’re engaged to Brower?” Maris’ eyes opened wide in astonishment. But, apart from a slight inclina tion of her head, Milly had no chanoe to say anything further, because Miss that?” people. 1 just able to,when the time comes.” “Don’t .say such a thing. Of course you will. I’ve often thought you were wasted in an office like this, hammer ing a machine all day long. But then. “I wish Rod was at home. I don’t really like you going out with those folk and none of your *owft’around you.” “You dear ol<l thing. Anyone would think you were fifty at least and with a w’hole raft of children to turn your ' hair gray with their escapades. You (.don’t need to worry about me. Can’t I havei my little joke? You’re far too serious, Pat. There, someone’s at the door, I bet it’s the rest of. my trous seau coming,” she cried as she hur ried to open it of course, with-times as they’ve been lately, I didn’t want to put ideas into your head. .But you’re lucky, all right. so' see that you get something out of this^.-How aboi about shoes and things like Sw’iftl^the afternoon .passed,-and though Maris kept protesting Pat should look after her own affairs and take some enjoyment in the few hours that she was having off, she was only too glad to have her help Riggs suddenly' appeared and call her to her desk. “Mr. Stanley Fayson wanti^fo see you at once in his offioe*^€’s ter ribly upset, Maris.” ^ Suddenly Maris felt herself trem bling. Why should he have sent for her? But Miss Riggs was already hurrying across the corridor to old Fayson’s office, and so Mhris CtJUldn’t find out anything more. Maris felt numb all' over as she ^walked towards Stan's office. What her get ready for the great occasion. The gown in all its tissue wrap pings had arrived. Patsy declared it wis time for Maris to slip into it. As -Mr. Stan said I ahould a« Mra ; Bryc* and hen go home tdl they call .for me in the evening “I shouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Stan calls for you himself. He’s ter ribly sore at Rowene. I don’t know what can have happened between them, but you play your cards right and there’s no saying what may come of-this,*'-she cowiseled. “Oh, I’d never think of that,” -said .Maris, although Miss Rgigs’ sugges tion was but the stepping-stone to a What if I don’t make good?” (Continued Next Issue). SUBSCRIBE 10 THE CHRONICLE where generations of thrifty Quakers and “Pennsylvania Duth” have made themselves rich from farming and their descendants are still making good money from the soil, I ami not surprised that so many generations of New England youth have left its rocky hills to go into farming in the more fertile regions lying betwe<en the Hudson river and the Great Plains. There are still good farms and good farmer? in New England, but SPEED—Around the World ’Nearly 60 years ago Jules Yeme, the French romantic noveliit, wrote a book called “Around the World in 80 Days.” It w'as pure Tretion. Forty-five years ago a New York newspaper woman who wrote under the name of Nellie Bly, set out to beat that time. Now two New York newspaper reporters have started to try to go around the world in 20 days, still using the regular transportation lines all the \^ay. They flew East on the big airship “Hindenburg” to Ger- R YE GR A^S - for a -Green - Winter Lawn. Onion Sets, Turnip, Lettuce, Kale, Rape, Carrot, Beet, Mustard and Tendergreen. New Improved Ce- re.san for treating Grains before planting. Blakely Brother Seed Storei. Telephone 188. Ic TRESPASS NOTICE -.. No , trespass- ing of any kind allowed on my farm lijmkX. W. Stone. Ic FOR SALE—English setter bird pup- — pies, 6 weeky^ old. Females $4.00 leach, males $6.00 each. Apply to J. S. Poole, Laurens, S. C., 572 East Main street. 10-l-2p most of them have a tough time of j many, thence they go by plane”^to it. All New England is-becoming at Rome, a train across 'Italy to Brin- sort of a national playground. Like then a through plane to^ Hong France, New England relies upon the tourist trade for an increasing part of its income. It will always-be to me Kong, with a few stopovers on the Way, by ship from Hong Kong to Manila, and then back across the Pa- the niost beautiful part of the world, j cificbn the big new plane, the “China* Clipper,” tb San Francisco, to catch PROXIMITY—A Factor My main reason for moving, be- yxmtP the fact that I got more for the night plane which will land them in New York the following morning. If nothing happens to disturb their my New England property than it | schedule they will simply demonstrate was worth, is that I have to be in close touch «with New York, and Pennsylvania is less than half as far away as Massachussetts. 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Surely he! wonderful of dreams that in wasn’t angry with her because she stantly floated into her mind. had criticized his announcement. He’d asked her to do it. Didn’t he jnean what he said?- Yet he had seemed to Don’t say that,” said Miss Riggs. Every girl has a right ta make the! most of her chances, so 'just remem be perfectly pleased with her sugges-1 ber what I .say. Oh, there’s Mrs. i tion. Why hadn’t Miss Riggs given'Bryce; liefter see her at once,” shej her a hint of what he wanted? I added as the head stylist, a i5triking-| Quickly she thought of the letters looking young w’Oman with unusual] she had written lately, but not one green eyes, appeared, had been his. Tlien she remembered “All right,” answered Maris, arid that one of his father’s—or one of the -she went forward to meet her. salesmen’s, it must have been—with-j.. - An hour later Maris was hurrying the quotations. But Miss Riggs had home, a pair of beautiful satin slip- checked it over with ber and had as- pers, long suede gloves, som® exqui- sured hermit was correct. Of. course you never knew when any of the men might be trying to pass the buck, and blaming a steno grapher Jor a^ mistake of their own. How hateful business was! Whom eould you trust, anyway? Suddenly she hated it all. It made a girl ner vous. As she turned the handle of the <loor her hand felt positively clammy. But when she entered the room, Stan looked up eagerly and said, “Oh, I’m so glad you’ve come. Miss Riggs suggested you might help me. I cer tainly hope you- can. Do’ sit down.” Once more he indicated the chair be side his desk. The numbness left her body and a grlow of life seemed to sweep through _ her again. ijWhab^ver H was, Stan was not angry with fier. But as she looked at him, she refttzed his face was hag. /gard, and the dark marks below his eyes told of a sl^pless night. What had happened? It must have been ' something awful, to leave him looking like, that Why, his clothes looked as thought he’d never taken them off all night! Clearing his throat, he said, “I wonder if you would wear the bridal grown at the exposition?” “Me!” exclaimed Maris. Had her ears deceived her? ^ ‘lYee, Maris,” he said quietly. His site Inigerie and a gorgeou.s wrap fol lowing her by sp^ial delivery. She-j-J could hardly keep from running a's^ she left the .subway and turned down the street to her apartment house. 1 Who would ever have* thought thati morning that she would have such a! wonderful piece of fun; that she, would have a chance to mingle with; society girls as if she w’ere one o/j them; to be the center| of attraction at the exposition! Oh, it was too won*-, derful! It would completely bowl Pat sy over. She glanced at her watch. Patsy would be asleep, for she didn’t gener ally rise till alMut four, and it wasn’t much past twelve. Well, sheM, just have to wait, fo^ it wouldn’t be fair to waken her up. Patsy really worked hard and took her work' seriouriy. Quietly she slipped her keys in the lock, and turned it slowly around. Butj suddenly she felt the door jerl^ open. “Patsy!” she cried as she aU most tumbled into her friend’s arms. “Why aren’t ^u asleep?” ^ “What are you doing bona® at this time of day?” countered Put. “Oh,' something wonderful’s hap pened, but tell me whgt’s the idea of i ! your being up when you should be getting your beai^y sleep?” // “I’m getting off tonight. The man ager said he thought it was time I Have You a Son or Daughter Away at If So, It’s Not Late to Start heir Subscription. V A / If you want the hdme news... have THE CHRONICLE foUow you. Its regular visits will be “Like a Letter Frofn Home.” ^ STUDENTS AND RATE OF LIST YOUR SUBSCRIPTION TODAy eyes seemed to tell her that she. j had a-chance/to make up some of the | would confer a tremendous favor on! hours I’d worked overtime,, and of: him if she would do this. “But I thought Miss—” Maris sud denly stopped, realizing she was blundering. “Yes, my Tiancee was to wear it. course I’d rather sleep at night forj| a change.” “That’s great, Patsy.’ “B^ut why are you home?” irowing'her/ams about her chum. but—well, our engagement’s brokeniHaris cried,♦‘I’m going to be,thei and—’’ He hesitated slightly as hialbride at thd show tonight. Ain’t Ij brown eyes sought. her sympathy* j the lucky girl*” | “You can understand that’s impdssi-; “But I thought young Fayson’s girl ble now.” I was to show off that gown.” “Of course,” she answered^ hurried- “‘So she was, Pat, but, oh, I guess ly. “But I don’t see why .you chose Stan and RowenV haV:e busted up The me. Ignoring her remark, Stan said, ■“The gown is in that bo^ I’d like you to try it on. Maybe youM just .atep. into my inner office and put it on now. I’ll send for one of the fore- wom^ from the factory. Sh^i can help jrou. “But you’re sure you want me to do their engagement. We’d awful excite ment. Poor old Riggs was all up iuj the air. Then she sent me into Stan’s ^ office. Gosh, I wondered what crinie j i’d committed, but when he told me,! well, you could have knocked me over, j So I had to put on the dress^It fitaj me like a glove. Don’t you think I’m. in luck, old girl?" , | “The Family Newspaper Everybody Reads” — _ “Just Like a Letter From Home” - " L II '■