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— SCT’^'Sv' sjf-: PAGB SIX. 'i • . »■ ll1 —" ’fr* r~ mpBHR I -'**»***. THE BARNWELL PEOPLE-SENTINEL, BARNWELUSOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY, AUGUST 27TH, % v: t s By Ethel Hueston 1 l a • a a a a a a a a a a a a a » a a Copyright by the Bobbe-Merrlll Co. SYNOPSIS PART ONE CHAPTER I—At a merry party In the etudlo apartment of Carter Hlake. In New York, Jerry Harmer, Prudence’* daughter, meet* Duane AUerton, wealthy Idler. He become* allghtly In toxicated, and Jerry, reaentlnx hi* aa- eumptlon of familiarity, leave* the party abruptly. CHAPTER II.—The atory turn* to Jerry’a childhood and youth at her home In De* Molnea. Only child of a wealthy father, when she 1* twenty *he feels the call of Art, and her parent*, with some misgivings, agree to her go ing to New York to study. CHAPTER III.—In New York Jerry miJtaa bsr homo with a Mrs. Delaney (“Mlml”>, an actress, who, with The resa, a painter, occupies the house. Jerry take* an Immediate liking to Theresa, and the two become fast frlende. (CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK) "I—I think It Is wonderful, Hhoda. It makes me feel—sorry, like crying. Does—It somehow make you think of lowaf* Rhode laughed gaily. *Tt does not I Anything but P 'Tea, but yon never met my mother, did you?” Jerry asked, surprisingly, and Rhoda did not understand. The picture was New York, plain and un varnished, and Jerry was lonely for Prudence. . “They eay It really Is good. Thank God It’s finished! It’s n competition you know—a year’s scholarship, travel in Europe, everything! I wondcg If Theresa Is trying for It? Has she shown you her pictures, Jerry?” “Nothing—not a thing,” said Jerry. “She never asks me so much as to look at the easel when she Is working.” fPerhaps she thinks you aren’t In- Ask her. She won’t mind showing you. She has three or four exquisite things—not finished. She works on a dozen at once, as the mood strike* her. I can’t do that-one thing at a tlifie for me—and I eat It.’ and drink It, and breathe It, and sleep It, until It’s over. That’s why l*m such a wreck.” , While she was preparing a dainty supper on her electric gyil, with which she could really work culinary muh», sue was quite pieaseu wun ner •elf. She was glad she did not tike Art with killing seriousness, ^as The* resa and Rhoda did. Why, those girls sat up, many tithes, night after night, until two sad three o’clock In the morning, painting passionately away ns though their very lives depended on It There was no aenfe In such maddening Immoderation. Jerry was grateful for her mental balauce, her artistic equifib- rium. Pictures were all very well, of nqurse, but Jerry thanked heaven that she had been apared a passion that would surely be productive of weary, dark-circled eyes, twitefling, nervous lips, and twisting nervous fingers! Nhe said something of that sort to Theresa one night. It was a night when Theresa, staggering away from her easel, had stumbled, fallen half* fainting to the floor. Mlml had pulled her up on the couch, given her a cup of the eternal tea, and then asked Jerry to sit with her a while, to keep her from working. Mlml herself had an engagement, and was Just hurrying away. ^ When Jerry relieved herself of hdr opinion on art In general, Theresa looked at her somberly, with her great, dark, weary eyes. “IMdn’t you ever sit up nil night working over a thing you couldn’t get Just right?” she demanded,. , “Never,” said Jerry cuififortahly. “Didn't you ever forget to stop for your dinner when you were especially Interested lu something?” "Certainly not. I Just put the brush down, and have my dinner, and then ‘‘C’m’ oriTS* lha itooTaiEaaT, slartfit, •yes wide, lips parted. “Mimfs tallest, handsomest, rosiest floor lamp stood conspicuously In the center of the room, and on a rug di rectly beneath It lay’Rhoda herself, in a shimmering evening gown of gold and green, writhing, twisting, gquiri^* lug, studying herself frownlngly In d small hand mirror .to get the effect of her contortions. As the meaning of the curious panto mime burst upoh Jerry, she broke into peals of merry laughter. "Oh, Rhoda, you can’t imagine how ridiculous you look,” she cried. Rhoda gpt up. She took Jerry’a handsome kolinsky wrap and tossed It across a chalr._ „ _ “You do It.” She wa*ed a-Halit, hand toward the picture on her easel. “See, It’s like this. There’s the lady. The lamp' has to he there. It throws her ftce Into shadow, see? And It’s got to be clear and in a bright light. Now, how the dickens—” Under her insistence. Jerry was obliged, flame-colored ^hlffon velvet and all, to sprawl out on the rug on the floor—turning this way, twisting that, head thrown backward, tilted higher, while Rhoda stood over her, scowling, criticizing, sweating softly; beneath her breath, moving the lamp, now 'here,' now there. . AUd after some ten minutes of pain ful effort on the pint of good-natured Jerry, she suddenly found that a bright shaft of light fell directly across the lovely face on the rug. She cried fora opening the'door, toT give Theresa Urns to adjust herself to company, whether she wished for time or not. Theresa looked up at her entrance and nodded briskly in greeting. The* come back to It afterward—or the next i ou ^ J°. vw nely. clasping her hands. _ i I L* Y* 1 TTt Zt __ There Was a Huge Black Sign on Her Door. whenever I get around -Held it, hold tty Jerry!” ot YPerhe t crested. morning—or to It.” "Hut sometimes you can’t come hack to It,” objected Theresa, ^'ou lose the feeling when you stop^—you can’t come hack.” "You Just imagine that,” said Jerry pleasantly. “You shouldn’t let your self get so excited over titles. Y’ou wear yourself all out for nothing. I can always come back to It when I am' ready.” And then .she added, fairly, “Not. I must admit, that any thing of mine Is anything like yours or Rhoda’s. Far from lb! But I am only a beginner.” ‘That’s what we all are,” said Theresa wearily. "Just beginners. And so we shall be all our lives, until we die. and afterward, too, I fancy.” Jerry wa« beginning to feel a grow ing Impatience with hnth girls, their Intensity, their passionate nervousness, their ardent eagerness. She found It a little tiresome. They were always going about, looking at pictures, each other’s, or somebody else’*, and then arguing desperately, for hours at a time, over tones, and colors, and values. She found herself wishing there might come a time, Just once, when they would sit down, deliberate ly. for tea, without hovering, poised on the edge of the chair, ready for flight at the first favorable moment. Jerry thanked (Jod for moderation with Increasing fervor day by day. She attended her classes with nice regular ity every mcmlng. worked at her easel an hour or two every afternoon, and 1 then she manicured her nails, had a I cup of tea and a toasted muffin and went ont for a bus ride. • » • * • • • e She had been studying Art In New York for over six weeks when Kbodn swept In on her late one afternoon w ith the Imppy x annoniu cnient that they were going to, a party. s. “Carter Rinke's stiMJo, over In Brooklyn,” she explained gayly. “I haven’t seen him in months. He Just telephoned that he has signed a huge contract with International this veir resa never said "good morninf.” d^T^Ahrenught up bet- brush to' ^ tlat a Tod *n7, catch the light. „ . ^ N frown requested yourlabsence. light For thirty minutes the room was hushed with a great silence, while Rhoda worked feverishly at the pic ture and Jerry, on the floor, almost held her breath In her fear of spoiling the effect. I’resell tly Rhoda clicked out the brilliant light beside the easel, sighing loudly In relief, and laughed. “Done! That’s fine! Much obliged, Jerry. You’re the nicest little sport I ever saw.” t J * s At eleven o’clock, muffled In heavy wraps, they were. In a taxi on their way to Brooklyn. That was the night of Jerrv’s first She a “Ome and eat,” Jerr$ said, without preamble. “You’ve got on my con science so I can’t sleep nights, think ing of you up here wasting away to a aliadow, and for no good reason either. I’m expecting any time to find you’ve devoured your easel.” „ Theresa war thinner, wanner, the dark circles shadowing her brilliant eyes deeper and wider than before. She took the tray gratefully and bal anced it on her knee. “You are the nicest kid, Jerry,” she said. “1 am'hungry. I wish I could mess about with a grill the way Rhoda does, but. everything comes out put the and Jerry west dewasUln. e' e e •_ Jerry expected quite confidently ts hear from Rhoda, by telephone at least, to make Inquiry aa to her safe arrival alone at that ghastly hour/ Btft she neither telephoned nor came- And so, late In the afternoon. Jerry walked the she Intervening blocks to her studio. The maid assured her that Miss La Faye was In, and sent her directly up, but although Jerry knocked twice, • very smartly, ther# was no answer. She started down, but as the maid Insisted that her friend was certainly In, she returned oace .» more, and used the heavy kpocker to '! such good effect that aftdr a time there came a muffled groan, a flinging about of covers, and present!y > the shuffling of soft-soled slippert toward the door. It was a flushed and disheveled Rhoda who confronted her, her usually bright eyes swollen. Inflamed, and dull. Two grotesque kid curlers, protruded stif fly over her left eye, while the rest of her bobbed hair dangled about her face in free disorder. "Why didn’t you do It all?” demand ed Jerry quickly, her eyes on the bris tling curlers. “Why such partiality?” Following the direction of Jerry's eyes, Rhoda lifted a languid hand and -felt vaguely about .her forehead, com ing to a sudden, electrical alertness as she felt the two curlers. She ran to the mirror for a minute Inspection. ."For heaven’s sake,” she wailed, "did I go like that to the party?” Jerry assured her she did, not, and Rhoda sighed in great relief. "Well, I don’t know how It hap pened,’’ she said, "and I don’t care. Bertrande brought me home. Perhaps he did It for a joke. As long as I did not disgrace myself at the party, I don’t care.” She tumbled upon the bed again, and Jerry sat down Reside her. “Oh. such a head," moaned Rhoda, lifting her hands to her throbbing temples. ”1 swear every time I’ll never do It again, and then I do.” Jerry took off her gloves, removed her bat, folded her coat nicely over the back of a chair, and went to work. She got out cups and saucers, meas ured coffee and water Into the electric percolator, and connected the switch. Hall's Catarrh Medicine Those who are in a “run-down” condi tion w«l notice that Outacrh bothers tham much more than when they are In epod health. 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C. studio party, the night of Carter - burned, hr raw, or too much salt. 11~ "You’d better have it black,” she 111 it k “r»nn t ** « to .. * . . ... ... _ . * t«u i. ~ i •• Blake’s “contract souse,” as it was af fectionately recorded in the memories of his friends forever after. And that waa the night when Jerry, basking warmly in the intoxicating intimacy of Duane Allerlou’s friendly smile, tost the glamorous Illusion of her girlhood’* tendered dream. CHAPTER IV When Jerry Gave Up It was four o'clock in the morning when Jerry reached her little studio apartment on Reilly’s alley alter bar ter Blake’s hilarious “contract souse” in Brooklyn. She went in very slowly, very quietly, and placed her great fur cloak carefully on it? hanger in the small closet. And then she set to work, with the minutest care and or derliness. piling together^ every pen- clled sketch, every laboriously painted tree and flower, every unxithisly out lined face and figure that was even remotely connected with the pursuit of Art. Wh|p she bad it all in one heap, she wrapped It in heavy paper and tied it with a stout cord: Then she cleaned her brushes with painful, painstaking intentness. closing every bottle and haven’t the knack for it, and It makes me peevish anyhow. The sight of a pan arouses atl my evil instincts. I wish I had been born a eave man, and then I could eat my . food raw—Just catch d bird, and gobbl4 him up.” "You’re cave man enough,” Jerry warned her. “Don’t wish for any more of it. Do you notice an improvement In my cooking? Rhoda has^een show ing me, and It’s really ratlier fun, The resa. I’m glad that you don’t mind my practicing on you.” They sat for a while in silence, The resa drinking the hot coffee, nibbling the crisp toast, with warm apprecia tion. The silence wns not unusual. Sometimes they sat for an hour say ing not one word, Theresa working steadily at her easel. Jerry curled up comfortably on the tumbled couch. “I’m glad your eyes are blue,” The resa said suddenly, with one of her rare smiles. “1 don’t mind your star ing about. Brown eyes give pie the willies.” “Was I staring? I’m sorry.” Theresa looked at her curiously. In Jerry's abstraction, she found food for con versa M^p. ■». "Oh, I don’t .mind. • I^wonder if It them neatly and packing them all in their boxes. These she put away on morning, and is having a wicked party, the top shelf of her closet. Last of all. tube and Jar rtf jaunt and oil, wiping ig because your eyes are so blue that UM- While She Was Preparing a Dainty Supper on Her Electric Grill, She! Explained the Frenzied System of Art She Was Obliged to Pursue. wonders, she explained the frenzied system of Art she was obliged to pursue. "You can’t make a living at real Art until you’re old, and withered, and haven’t any teeth,” she declared. “I don't care how good you are, you can’t make a decent living! Gee. you’re lucky, Jerry, that you’re not obliged to ears your bread and butter. You can purroe Art for Its own sake, and that’s •11 the fun there la In It. Otherwise, Jt*a just grind, grind, grind, like dig ging ditches, or mining coal, er scrub bing floors. Well, anyhow, I’m one of Ike grinders, Haven’t a cent but what I earn. 8o I peg along with illustra tions, advertising, anything can get on the aide. And when I have enough to pay the rent in advance a few weeks, I jump ^ Into something like this, head over heels, trying to attach » fkw leaves to my wreath of laurel whllo I have a little hair to wear it eo." She gave her brisk bobbed head n defiant toss aa abo spoke. their supper, deliciously charmingly served, they went to celebrate It. And he Invited you, most particularly. He’s u darling thing, and you’ll adore him.” Jerry was properly thrilled, properly eager. 4 - "Now vvenr -vonr very--fluffy-rufiTTeSt party clothes, so they’ll all fall In love with vou," admonished Rhoda. "He’s * » sure to have some awfully amusing folks, and you’ll he crazy about It. You get dressed and come by for me. We’ll he rather late. I have to finish a \i drawing hefdre we go. You come along I about ten, and we ll start as soon ns 1 get the darned old lamp In the right place.” ^ "The lamp? What lamp?” “In my drawing. It’s a background thing. There has to he a floor lamp, and the lady villain falls under it. There’^only one jilace In the picture it can possibly go. aud when I put It there, it throws a shadow where there should be a light. On the lady’s face- see? I’ve been having the devil’s own time with It alf day. My lamp Isn’t tail enough, so I’m going to borrow one of Mind’s to take along home, and perhaps it will go better.” “Why don’t you let It go until to morrow?" asked Jerry. “Then you’ll be nice and fresh for It. If you work tonight you’ll he all tired out. Wait till tomorrow.” Oh,- but I can’t work tomorrow! We’re going to a party!” “Another party tomorrow?" “No, no, this one, tonight. But I can’t work tomorrow. I never cur work the day after a party." * Jerry dismissed the subject with a shrug her pretty shoulder. She had long since ceased trying fo understand the ways of eager Rhoda and tired Theresa. She wgs going to the party, too, as well as Rhode. Jerry was sura ■he would be at her class as usual the following day. *. ten o’clock that evening, radiant ly lovely In a stunning little flame-cot- ored gown of chiffon valvgt, with pearls she released the supports of her easel and IqKJt down, and then, with a great effort, managed to shove it Into her hath closet behind the ridiculously sinu 1) tui). . \ *' Jerry dTd not know why she did these things. She did not even wonder why. She only knew that slip.- must banish every reminder of a dead pas sion—though ceal]y<«Art had never been a jmsshm with her, hut only u pleas ant,.hike-warm interest. ’When.easel, sketches mid paints were gone from her sight, she sighed a little wearily. She removed the flame-colored gown and went to bed. - At ten o'clock the next morning she went up to Theresa, carrying a gaudj^. tray, on which she had arranged a charming little breakfast with that daintiness which characterized every thing she did. Theresa, who kept her door forbiddingly barred to Min*!, and to all the world besides, after the first few days of their acquaintance, had given Jerry a duplicate key. “('ome in whenever you like," shs said. “You have an easy way about you that doesn’t drive me wild, like everybody else. But don’t knock! Just use the key and come right ini There’s never any love-making to In terrupt here.” Theresa’s abhorrence to knocking was a frenxy with her. A state of nervea, Jerry called It, but Th^esa, who never acknowledged nerves in any shape or form, denied It. -although the •lightest tapping startled her to such a degree that It was a physical pain. "Oh, I’m off In the clouds, and tt jerks me down to eartii so fast It makes my teeth chatter," was the way ■he described the sensation. There was a huge black and white sign on her door which rpad: "For God’s sake, don’t knock. Cough, and I’ll let you in, If I want to your lashes seem so’cloudy, or because your lashes are so dark that your eyea seem so blue?” "I don’t know." ▲'gain Theresa .swept her a quiet look. “Or perhaps It is the midnight blackness of your hair, and the olive cream of your skiq, that effects the sublie combination.” —> Jert-y’xald-ooThlfrg. “Have a good time at the parly?" "Oh, yes, lovely.” “You're late for your class. I’m go ing to report you to the Amalgamated Middle West. You’re sujiposed to be prompt;” ‘Tm not going to the class.” -- "Why not? Too much party?” “I'm not going to study Art any more.’’ “Why not?" “Becanse I can't paint. You knew It all the time, didn’t you?” "Yes. How did you find out?” ' "I don’t know. It Just came to. me, til of a sudden. Why didn’t you tell me. Theresa?” ."Yon do very nicely, Jerry—for amusement—for—for’ passing away the time, aud all tftbat. You just haven’t the^ spark, tfiat’s all." “1 wish you had told me, Theresa.” Jerry was wretchedly abject in her deapoudency. "Why should 1? „ It amused you, and \.ye»i have money to pay for any amuse- said, “hut 1U take cream ns usual.' Encouraged by her gentle activity, Rhoda pulled a dressing-gown about her shoulders, bathed her flushed face, brushed out her tousled locks, and then drooped wearily upon the tum bled conch once more. (TO BE CONTINUED ) -Tutfs Pills- Enable Dyspeptics to eat whatever they wish. Causa food to assimilate. Nourish the body, ghra appetite. ENJOY FOOD KODAKERS! Send your films to us for develop ing and printing. One day service. Write for prices. Lollar’s Studio 1423 Main Street COLUMBIA SOUTH CAROLINA We sell Eastman Films j BOILER FLUES MILL CASTINGS AND SUPPLIES * BELTING, PACKING AND LACING WOOD, ISON AMO BTtEL Bring KNOINK HSPA1HS M ante for quirk wore - LOMBARD IRON WORKS, AUGUSTA. 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Jerry, with that delicate reserve ac quired In twenty years with Prudence, would not for the world have Intruded eo bruskly even when Invited to do so, and was always careful to approach . •lowly,* with • alight clearing of her _ r . throat, fumbling a bit with the key, ' &£* P*5^5f ajong moment be* i meet that pleases you. If you had gon* 'n professionally, expecting to mak<* a career of It, a living—McDow ell ?v«uld have told yon. But yon were really one of us, you know." Ten mean I—I am a misfit." „ "Tee. r. misfit” Theresa smiled upon her. * * T4u—*fc» don’t like me very well, do you. There**?" Jerry’s voico was pathetic. I Thereaa’s answer surprised her. "I think yon are the sweeteat. tbe moot lovable girl I ever saw in my life. -In fact you’re the only one I ever did ! •ee." . ■ ! Jerry flushed deeply with surprise and pleasure. "You may net be in artist but you Ye • heavenly fine kid. You’re not [QIICTE1»TO LEIID Farm Loan# 6 per cent, large amounts. 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