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Thursday, August 21, 1952 the Clinton chronicle Page Seven ' L-—^ — ^ famed 'Zfctte* ^ T HE QUARREL was the culmi nation of many smaller quar rels. They had, it seemed, always been in evidence, yet neither Noel nor Janet had given them a name. Tonight it all came out in bitter rushing floods. "You’ve had your way ever since our marriage. Your perverse ness has been a liability, a handi cap. I’ve made the grade in spite of, not because of you.’*’ "So that’s the way you feel? After I’ve sacrificed and worked and tolerated your friends, simply so you could wangle more business from them.” "It is my friends who have toler ated you, my dear." "You wretch!” "Frankly, I see no good in going on. Our ways are not the same. We’ll forever be at swords points.” "Most any arrangement will be quite satisfactory to me. I’m quite at the end of my rope, putting up with your idiosyncracies.” And so Janet had gone north and Nofl had seen his lawyer. , Of course there had been a time when there were no quarrels. That long ago, when Noel as a jpung real estate agent striving to iflVilr* his place in the world had Shooed and won the beautiful Janet, t There had been happiness then, in a little white cottage with a picket fence and a garden out back *A sort of story-book happiness .They had been so very much in love, so contented to be alone and together. i It all seemed tremendously long ago now, so very much in the past fk to seem almost unreal. Noel had forged ahead, and Janet had .helped. There were moments of discouragement, of forlorn hope, but in the end they had triumphed. They had gone south during the f lonua boom and invested every thing they owned. Uncannily, Noel had foreseen the crash and unload ed in time. The first quarrel had occurred then, when Noel had wanted to go to California because he believed there was to be a land boom there. She had gone with him, against her will, but from that day on the silent feud had raged. In 1929 Noel displayed the same canny foresight. He had sold out two days before the big tumble. Now they were rich, disgustingly rich—and unhappy. Janet did not return to their Park avenue apartment. She went on to Buffalo and from there to Ridge- view where the little white cottage was located. They had never sold it. It stood, somewhat dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, like a for lorn but welcoming milestone. Janet had the place cleaned and aired and the weeds cut down and the garden planted. Then she had painters begin brightening the out side and laborers patch up the fence. This occupied her thoughts and her time for a fortnight Or did it? When the last of the workmen had gone Janet sat by the window of her (their) bedroom ^nd stared out at the newly planted garden. Her maid came in to straighten the room. "Emily," Janet said suddenly, "I can’t stand it.” "Beg pardon, ma’m?” "I can’t stand living here among all these memories.” "Yes, ma’m.” "We’ll have to go away." Emily’s face brightened. “To New York, ma’m?” Janet did not answer at once. When she spoke it was in a curiously broken whisper. "I must have him back. I can’t go on without him.” "Mr. Pierce, ma’m?” “Emily, I must get him back somehow.” Suddenly she stood up. "Send him a wire, Emily. Tell him I’m sick. Tell him I’m delirious and calling for him. Hurry, Emily. Send it at once.” Emily went out. A half hour later the telephone rang. It was the West ern Union office. "A wire from St. Anne's hospital in Miami for Mrs. Noel Pierce. Husband seriously hurt in plance crash. Come at once.” Janet caught a plane at Buffalo for New York. In New York she changed for another going south. She reached Washington in the late afternoon and went into the landing field restaurant for a sandwich. She had 20 minutes before the plane left. She sat pn a stool, forgetting the sandwich on her plate, conscious only of a horrible fear, a dread, a resentment because of this slight de lay * “Janet!” She turned. A man was standing at her elbow. She stared at him, swayed, caught herself. “Noel!” she breathed. "I — I thought—the telegram—” He looked at her gravely. "And I thought—your telegram—* *- They stared. Understanding pene trated the chaos of their thoughts. "I sent the wire to Ridgeview in- ' stead of Park avenue. I thought you might go there. I knew if you had, that you’d come—when I need ed you. It was there, when I needed you, you always came. And now—now I need you so very much more.” "Oh, my darling!” She was in his arms, and that was where she want ed to be, knowing that it was what he wanted, too. The plane for the north left on the dot. Noel and Janet were its only passengers. They had bought up every other seat. "HOW IO WIN FRIEND! and Author of MFUMNCE PEOPtr HOW WELL OFF R OSS McLEOD, Flinders Park, South Australia, was in a hospital with ’ tuberculosis where he found there was an unwholesome honour attached to being a pretty bad case. He says every time he thinks of it now it sickens him. But at the time he found a certain amount of glory in it, because he was one of the venerated ones. In the first place he had a year’s start on most of the patients. In the second place both his lungs were affected; and he had a cough that shook the rafters and left him exhausted. For final measure, the germ had a grip on his throat and had temporarily taken his voice, and he was advised that unless he gave it com plete rest by not talking at all, the larynx would be destroyed irrevocably. One of those cheerful fellows who was forever giving the happy smile and bright word got on his nerves so much he began to detest the sight of him. Thep one day this chap found ha had to be. in a cradle tor two yean, and not afiownd to more. The same day he got this bad news hit only child was stricken with poliomyelitis, la a severe farm. As he was shifted out of the ward ha broke into a smile and called. "Good luck chaps. Look after yourselves." Ross says he lay staring at the doorway a long time. His eyes filled with tears of admiration. Then he said to himself, "My God, I’ve got troubles! But take a look at that guy. He's smiling!" Suddenly it occurred to him how well off he was. He was In the best hands possible; his financial affairs were all right; his family was well, and at least he could move around in bed. Immediately he relaxed. Worry and despair fell away like husks on a ripening almond. That week, for the first time, he held his weighty Gaining in hope and confidence, it was not long before he started to put on weight. Though he didn’t speak for two years, and spent three years in a sanatorium, he now has his voice and is able to work for a few hours each day. Some of those he envied and resented have never made the grade. Canegla LET US COVER YOUR INSURANCE NEEDS Auto • Fire - Casualty • General Insurance Automobile Insurance Underwriters Clinton Agency EVERETTE T. BRYANT 103 N. Broad St. ^ AGENT Phone 610 Alcoholics Are Sick -t- (Prepared by the staff of Fair- view Alcoholic Rehabilitation Cen ter, Ridgeway, S. C.) There is much controversy, not limited to laymen, over whether or, not alcoholism is a disease. But. there should be no controversy; over whether or not the alcoholic is a sick person. He Is sick in! body* sick in mind, and sick in soul. The claim that alcoholics use this as an excuse in no way alters; the facts, just as the pneumonia patient who used his illness as an escape, would in no way alter his status as a sick person.! Treatment of mental illness was retarded for centuries by wrong public attitudes, and alcoholism still is not generally accepted as: an illness. The prevailing false idea that the alcoholic drinks be-‘ cause he lacks will power is typi cal. Contrary to most opinion, the alcoholic .has a very strong will; power. He must have in order to drink in spite of the opposition of family, friends, and society. The false idea that any alcoholic can! quit if he wants to quit, the un healthy cloak of secrecy surround-j ing the subject because alcoholism! still carries a stigma—all help pre-; vent freedom in dealing with the problem. Alcoholism is progressive. The alcoholic gradually grows worse irt body, mind and spirtt. The prog ress of a sickness ts seldom on a predictable curve, for it grows by erratic jerks and jumps. holic may drink for years without appreciable damage, and then one more bout—and it is all over. He may steadily and obviously grow | worse with each bout. There is no! predictable route. The alcoholic is sick in body. In-| gestion of alcohol, usually^ accom-l panied by improper diet, may' cause vitamin imbalance which in turn may cause pseudo pellagra,) polyneucropathy, nicotanic acid, deficiency encephalpathy, Wer nicke’s disease, etc. Deterioriation orf the brain tissue and spinal col-j umn, disputed by some, definitely | may result. Korsakoff’s psychosis,! acute hallucinations, delirium tremens, and a long list of condi-j tions have long been associated; with alcoholism. Impaired hearing, vision; par-1 tial loss of coordination; wet brain;! memory dissociation; and. at least according to one research center, deterioration of the nerve ends of! the brain and central nervous syS- j tern. There is reason to believe, ac-j cording to research done at the Bio- J chemical Institute of Texas Univer sity, that the compulsion aftlic alcoholics may be at least in part due to distinctive biochemistry in the body. „ The alcoholic is sick in mind. He is ever sensitive; filled with fears and anxiety; often incapable of ac cepting life as it is. He is definitely emotionally sick. He tends to avoid responsibilities; to pamper himself; to place ‘‘ME” at the center of his life; to be ex tremely self centered; quick to take offense; quick to blame others; i quick to “blow up”; irritable, sus picious, jealous, critical. Excessive 1 day dreaming, an unwillingness to 1 face reality, determination to havei his own way, regardless—these are' a few signs of his emotional sick-1 ness. An intolerable situation, con- 1 fronted by the human mind, must' be changed so that it becomes tol erable; the mind must adapt to ac-; cept the condition; or the mind must escape. Suicide and insanity! are the most drastic forms of es- j cape. The alcoholic frequently, in, his need to escape, is substituting, alcohol for suicide or insanity. The solution lies in learning to accept the things that cannot be changed; gaining courage to change the things that need changing and tan be changed. The alcoholic is sick. He can get well, but not until he wants to get well—because he is sick of being sick. Physicians, Dentists In October Call A tentative call for the induction during October of physicians and dentists has been received by South Carolina State Headquarters according to a report received by J. B. Lewis, chairman of the Laurens draft board. Mr. Lewis stated that local boards are beginning to complete processing of registrants in these categories ip order ot be ready for the Octobei’ call. He added that those recent dental graduates and physicians who have recently com-j pleted intemeships are required toj report their status to their local, boards and those who have not.! should do so at an early date. It is) not generally known, Mr. Lewis, said, that all dentists, physicians! and veterinarians who have not! attained their fiftieth birthday are required to be registered with their i local draft board. It was also; brought out that even though an individual has previously register ed for Selective Service, upon at-1 taining a degree as a physician, dentist or veterinarian or within 5 days therafter, he must again reg ister as a Special Registrant. Information on the total number and distribution of dentists and physicians to be called is not avail able at this time. Mr. Lewis said. Office Supplies * A COMPLETE LINE OF HANDY EVERY-DAY NEEDS IN THE OFFICE. Advertising What Your Customers Read and Makes the Most Lasting Im pression Always. There is no hit-or-miss when mer chants and business firms use THE CHRONICLE to reach their potential customers in Clinton’s trade area which this newspaper completely covers. The life of the weekly home paper is longer than that of any other adver tising medium. 0 Ch t - ronic “The Paper Everybody Reads” AAA National Evaluation Rating for Adver tising \ ( /