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THUBSDAT, FEBRUARY U, l»2f. "' '■ ■ l '» 1 THE DC Hi 0, i UUSRAKDBf fMKBJHHlBI Fourth Installment also fallen in estate. But the old spirit ard and a rascal, and I repeat it! WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Palermo is the scene. There an exile, Leonardo di Marioni, has come for lore of Adrienne Cartuccio, who spurns him. Re meets an Englishman, Lord St. MA- rice, who falls in love with Adrienne on sight. Leonardo sees his sister Margharita, who tells him his love for Adrienne is.hope less. But he pleads with her to arrange an accidental meeting, to say farewell, be tween Adrienne and him. She consents. That night the Englishman is informed of an attempt being made to carry off Signorina Cartuccio and Mar gharita, who are walking, by brigands employed by a rejected suitor, on a lonely road. He rushes to the scene, and proves able to rescue the ladies. Inflamed by the failure of his scheme, Leonardo sees Margharita who shows him she knows that he was instigator of the attempted attack. The Englishman now sees Adrienne often. The Englishman, sit ting in the hotel, finds a dagger at his feet. Looking up, he sees the Sicilian, and scents trouble. “We sat here a week ago,” re calls Leonardo. Lord St. Maurice nods. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “It is well. It is of the events which have followed that night that 1 desire to speak, if you, Signor, will grant me a few moments of your time?” “Certainly,” the Englishman replied courteously. After all, perhaps the fellow did not mean to quarrel “I regret exceedingly having to trouble you. Signor, with a little per sonal history,” the Sicilian continued “I must tell you, at the commencement, that for five years I liave been suitor for the hand of the Signorina Adrienne Cartuccio, my cousin.” “Second cousin, I believe,” Lord St. Maurice interposed. The Sicilian waved his hand. It was of no consequence. “Certain political differences with the Imperial party at Rome,” he con tinued, “culminated two years ago in my banishment from Italy and Sicily. You, I believe, Lord St. Maurice, are . of ancient family, *and it is possible that you may understand to some extent the bitterness of exile from country and a hopie which has been the seat of my family for nearly thousand vears. Such a sentence is not banishment as the world under stands it; it is a living death! But, Signor, it was not all. It was not ever ^he worst. Alas, that I, a Marioni, should live to confess itl But to be parted from the woman 1 love was even a sorer trial. Yet I endured it. I endured it; hoping against hope for a recall x My sister and I were orphans. She made hev home with the Signorina Cartuccio. Thus I had news of her continually. Sometimes my cousin herself wrote to me: It was these letters which pre served my reason, and consciously or unconsciously, they breathed to me ever of hope.” “Not Adrienne’s, I’ll swear,” the Englishman muttered to himself. He was a true Briton, and there was plenty of dormant jealousy not very far from the surface. The Sicilian heard the words, and his eyes dashed. “The Signorina Cartuccio, if you please, Signor,” he remarked coldly. 14 We are in a public place.” Lord St Maurice felt that he could afford to accept the rebuke, and he bowed his head. “My remark was not intended to be audible!” he declared. “For two years I bore with my wretched life,” the Sicilian continued, “but at last my endurance came to an end. I determined to risk my liberty, that I might hear my fate from her own lips. I crossed the Alps without molestation, and even entered Rome. There I was watched, but not inter fered with. The conclusion I came to was, that as long as I lived the life of an ordinary citizen, and showed no interest in politics, I was safe. I crossed to Palermo unharmed. I have seen the Signorina, and I have made my appeal.” The Englishman dropped his eyes and knocked the ash from his cigar. The fellow was coming to the point at last. “You, Signor,” the Sicilian con tinned, in a tone which, although it was no louder, seemed to gain in Intensity from the smoldering passion underneath, “you, Signor, know what my answer was, for you were cause. I have not told you this much of my story to win your pity; I simply tell it that I may reason with you. I have tried to make you understand something of the strength of my love for the Signorina. Do you think that, after what I have risked, after what I have suffered, that I shall stand aside, and see another man, an alien, ^ take her from me ? I come of a race, Signor, who are not used to see the women they love chosen for bther men’s wives. Have you ever heard of Count Hubert di Marioni, who, with seven hundred men, carried off a princess of Austria from her father’s court, and brought her safely through Italy here to be one of the mothers of my race? It was five hundred years ago, and, among the ruins of ancient kingdoms, the Marionis have ingers. Lord St. Maurice, I am not a blood-thirsty man. I do not wish your life. Go back to your country, and choose for a bride one of her own daughters. Give up all thought of the Signorina di Cartuccio, or, ks surely as the moon yonder looks down upon you and me, I shall kill you.” Lord St. Maurice threw his cigar away and shrugged his shoulders. The affair was going to be serious, then. — ‘You; must forgive me. Signor, if I do not quite follow you,” he said slowly. “The custom in our countries doubtless differs. In England it is the lady who chooses, and it is considered —pardon me—ill-mannered for a re jected suitor to have anything more to say.” ‘As you remark, the ideas and cus toms of our countries differ,” the His name is Lord St. Maurice. If he forfeits his right to be considered a gentleman, I demand that his name be struck off the visitors’ club.” „ The three men had risen to their feet. Two of them were gentlemen of the neighborhood with whom Lord St. Maurice had a bowing acquaint ance. The third was a French officer. They looked inquiringly at Lord St Maurice. “It’s quite true, gentlemen,” he said with easy self-possession. “He’s been calling me all the bad names under the sun, and I have declined to give him what he calls satisfaction. I haven’t the least objection to your knowing it.” The two Palermitans looked at one another doubtfully. The officer, giving his moustache a twist, stepped forward and bowed. “Might we inquire your reasons for Suddenly, with the swiftness of a tiger-cat, the Sicilian leaped for ward and struck the Englishman on the cheek. Sicilian rejoined. “Here a nobleman of my descent would consider it an everlasting shame to stand quietly on one side, and see the woman whom he worshiped become the bride of another man, and that man an alien. He would be esteemed, and justly, a coward. I^et us waste no more words, Signor. I have sought you to-night to put this matter plainly before you. Unless you leave this island, and give up your pretensions to the hand of the Signorina Cartuccio, you die. You have climbed for the last time to the Villa Fiolesse. Swear to go there no more; swear to leave this island before day breaks to-morrow, or your blood shall , stain its shores. By the unbroken and sacred oath of a Mar ioni, I swear itl” To Lord St. Maurice, the Sicilian’s words and gestures seemed only grotesque. He looked at him a little contemptuously—a thin, shrunken-up figure, ghastly pale, and seeming all the thinner on account of his somber black attire. What a husband for Adrienne! How had he dared to love so magnificent a creature. The very idea of such a man threatening him seemed absurd to Lord St. Maurice, an athlete of public school and college renown, with muscles like iron, and the stature of a guardsman. 'He was not angry, and he had not a particle of fear, but his stock of patience was getting exhausted. “How are you going to do the kill ing?” he asked. “Pardon my igno rance, but it is evidently one of the customs of the country which has not been explained to me. How do you manage it ?” * “I should kill you in a duel!” the Sicilian answered. “It would be easily done.” The Englishman burst out laughing. It was too grotesque, almost like a huge joke. “Damn you and your duels!” he said, rising to his feet, and towering over his companion. “Look here, Mr. di Marioni, I’ve -listened to you seriously because I felt heartily sorry for you; but I’ve had enough of it I don’t know whether you understand the slang of my country. If you do, you'll understand what I mean when I tell you that you’ve been talking ‘bally rot.’ We may be a rough lot, we Englishmen, but we’re not cowards, and no one but a coward would dream of giving a girl up for such a tissue of whimperings. Be a man, sir, and get over it, and look here—none of this sort of business!” He drew the dagger from his breast pocket, and patted it. T he — - Sicilian was speechless and livid vith rage “You are a coward!” he hissed. “You shall fight with me!” “That I won’t,” Lord St. Maurice answered good-humoredly. “Just take my advice. Make up your mind that we both can’t have her, f and she’s chosen me, and come and give me your hand like a man. Think it over, now, before the morning. Good night !” T he Sicilian sprang up, and looked rapidly around. At an adjoining table he recognized two men, and touched one on the' shoulder. “Signors 1” he cried, “and you, Signor le Capitaine, pardon me if I ask you for your hearing for an instant. This—gentleman here has insulted me, and declines to give me satisfaction. I have called him a cow declining the duel?” he asked. The Englishman shrugged his shoul ders. “Certainly,” he answered. “In the first place, I am an officer in the service of Her Majesty the Queen, and duelling is strictly forbidden; in the second, Signor di Marioni is too excited to know what he is talking about.” “In England, Signor, your first objection is valid; here, it is scarcely so. As to the latter, Monsieur le Count seems now to be perfectly com posed. I am on the committee of the club, and I fear that I must erase your name if you persist in your refusal” ‘T don’t care two straws about your" club,” Lord St. Maurice answered carelessly. “As for the duel, I decline it, once and for all. We Englishmen have a code of honor of our own, and it is more to us than the custom of the countries which we chance to visit. I wish you good-night, gentlemen.” They fell back, impressed in spite of themselves by the coolness and hauteur of his words. Suddenly, with the swiftness of a tiger-cat, the Sicilian leaped forward and struck the Englishman on the cheek. “Perhaps you will tell us all. Signor, how the men of your country resent an insult such as that,” he cried. Evpry one turned round at the sound of the scuffle. The eyes of all were upon the Englishman, who stood there, head and shoulders above all the crowd, with blazing eyes and pale cheeks. He was in a towering passion, but his voice never shook or taltered. “You shall see for yourself, Signor!” he cried. The Sicilian struggled, but he was like a child in the Englishman’s arms. He had caught him up in a vice-like grasp, and held him high over the heads of the astonished onlookers. For a moment he seemed as though he were going to throw him right out of the restaurant on to the Marina, but at die last moment he changed his mind, and with a contemptuous gesture set him down in the midst of them, breathless and choking. “You can send your seconds as soon as you like,” he said shortly. “Good evening, gentlemen.” They fell back before him like sheep, leaving a broad way right into the hotel, through which he passed, stern and self-possessed. The Sicilian watched him curiously, with twitching lips. “There goes a brave man,” , whis- pered one of the Palermitans to lihe French officer. “But his days are numbered.” The Frenchman gazed at the Sicilian and nodded. Triere was death in his face. . ... . \ Two men stood facing one another on a narrow belt of sand, stripped to the shirfpand with rapiers in their hands. One was the Sicilian, Leon ardo di Marioni, the other the Eng- lishunan, Lord St. Maurice. Their attitude spoke for itself. They were about to fight for each other’s life. Continued Next Week Wl/fa jVC /Nr** bar, r* vull aowa VOL. Ill, NO. 4 Virginia-Carolina Chemical Corporation Copyright 1929 m Grow What They Want Cotton fiber of uniform standards has always been wanted by the man ufacturers, and the price premium has always favored these standards, says the U. S. Department of Agri culture. But farmers offered what they grew instead of growing what the market wanted. Quality kept on getting worse—until “finally the cause became clear.” Public gips had taken the place of the old-time plantation gin, and everybody’s seed was being mixed, crossing and mongrelizing the whole crop. The way to do, says the Department, is to plant one good variety of cotton in each ginning neighborhood. In other words, put GOOD seed on your V-C Fertilizer^ v-c Newspapers from cornstalks In six hours is the latest record made by the scientific sharps. What will they do next? FULL ROWS is prepared for anything short of a paid-up subscription list. V-c “On one 5-ache plot I used 450 pounds of V-C per acre with no soda or top dressing of any kind, and I picked seven bales averaging 550 pounds. V-C beat them alii"— W. J. AfcStewart, Coats, N. C. V-C Education Pays Dividends A study of 1271 farmers was m^de by the Georgia State College of Agriculture in 1925, says the Year book of Agriculture. Records showed that farmers with a common school education had a yearly in come of about two and a half times as much a» farmers without school ing. Farmers with a high school education earned approximately three times as much, and farmer* uith a short course in agricultural education earned about four times as much as those uithout schooling. V-C Takes a smart boll wsevll to beat V-C cotton. V-C “The soil, like an athlete, finds it hard to come back once it is bor dering on exhaustion,” says Modern Fanning. “The time to get most from an investment in plant food is BEFORE the. toil is depleted.” A Preacher of Farming Save Labor Cost With V-C One of the hardest working and best meaning folks in the world is your typical average county agent. He’s a sort of preacher about fanning instead of religion. Yet how often does he get credit for trying? Or for knowing what he’s talking about? Still, Full Rows has noticed one thing: the farmers who make money year in and year out always listen when the county agent talks. The money may be due to the listening, or the listening may be due to the money, but some how they go together. —v-c I “As yield per acre goes UP, net T1 coet per pound goes DOWN.’* [I —U.S. Department of Agriculture. JJ V-C One-Variety Cotton “Advantages may be expected by one-variety cotton communities above the prices obtained by com munities that produce a miscellane ous crop,” says thd 1927 Yearbook of Agriculture. “This is shown by experience in communities where the seed is kept pure and a uniform fiber is produced. In California, Ari zona and New Mexico one-variety communities have been maintained since 1920. Definite programs of community improvement have been adopted recently in several of the older cotton-growing states.” V-C HOW .TO RAISE TURNIPS— “Take hold of the top and pull,** says Mixed Goods. V-C “About 25 per cent of the aver age cost of fertiliser is made up of inbound and outbound freight chtLrgea”—r-National Fertilizer Assn. V-c jn “This season I decided to experiment with V-C super analysis grades, planting 15 acres and using 300 pounds of 5-15-5 per acre. On this field / made more than a bale to the acre."—Dr. W. C. Carver, Vidette, Ga. V-C Fertilisers are cheaper than labor, so why not let them lower your costs? Instsad of 900 pounds per acre on three acres of cotton, for instance, try the whole 900 pounds on one acre. You won’t save any thing on the fertiliser, of course. But, man, what you'll save on labor and seed/ Check up afterward and see how close it hits to $42 for every acre. V-c “In competition with modern Industry, the fsrhser must swteg Into step with the march of mod ern business methods.**—U. 8. Deportment of the Inferior. V-C And Money for the Fanner Crude cottonseed oil is fit only to bum in lamps, says the U. S. De partment of Agriculture. The re fining process is what makes it really valuable. Refined cottonseed oil is good for so many purposes it would be hard to list them all, but they include salads, medicine, cook ing, soap, nitro-glyccrin, pitch, paint and roofing. V-c In order to bhino top prick, sweet potatoes must be medium ^ large, well rounded and not slender, and must cook dry and mealy. All these good qualities are put in thrtn by plenty of the right V-C fertiliser. V-c / 11 The United States today uses leu than 6 pounds of commercial fer tilizer per acre per year, ss compared with 99 pounds per acre for Hol land, 50 pounds for Germany, 20 pounds for France and 10 pounds for Great Britain.”—American Farming V-c Wise Farmers Make Sure Two farmers get exactly the same price for their product—but one MAKES MORE than the other for his year’s work. The difference is in Cost of Production. And the biggest factor in controlling cost of production is fertiliser—(Ac right kind, the right analysis, used right. Hit-or-miss farmers take a chance and hope for the best. Good fann ers, wise fanners, the kind who make money, take NO chances that they don’t have to take. They buy V-C. v, Mm « /.J[ > VI aC I It 1A-C A ROLINA t:BEMIC*L COBPOBATION' About yowr Health Things You Should Know Some Bey! try John Joseph Oslnes, 14. D. • ——^ HARMFUL DESSERTS. I am indebted to the Health Com missioner of a North Carolina city, Dr. S. G. Jett, for this valuable bit of information, which I am passing on to my readers. No less an authority than George F. Buchan, M. D., of the Royal College of Phy sicians, of Britain, and Member of the American Public Health Associa tion, warns our people against the common habit of ending meals with sweets, which cling to crevices, get between the teeth, and'set up fer mentation with its many evils, and leading to dental decay. In a radio message to Dr. Jett, he adds: “ ^ “The correct way to finish a meal is with fruit, coffee, and a cigarette.” (I don’t endorse the coffin nail.) TKe Racine, Wis.—A Ibb year-old schoolboy has ordered a pair of 25 size shoes from a Racine shoe com pany. The purchaser is Robert Wad- low, an elementary school Alton, Miss. The boy is said Six feet 10 inches tall, and 250 pounds. Five square U leather were used to manufst shoes. In (S' Appeal is to dime who are looking ahead 'ilM Olar News. Olar, Feb. 9.—Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Kearse visitted in Kershaw last week, returning home by way of Hartsville, where they stopped to see their daugh ter, Miss Louise Kearse^ who is a senior at Coker College. - Mr. and Mrs. William Carter and Miss Mattie Vaughn spent Saturday in Columbia. Mrs. Frank Spires., of Kershaw, is visiting her parents, Mr .and Mrs. E. L. Laird. Miss Eunice Morris, a student at the University of South Carolina, spent the week-end at home. ^ Mrs. R. Cox, of Columbia, is visit ing at thet home of her parents, Mr. and Mrsb Jeff Gunnels. . B. P. Hartzog spent last week-end in Charleston. Mr. and Mrs. David Lain, of Augus ta, ar evisiting relatives in: town. Miss Coy Barker, who teaches in Barnwell County, spent last week-end at her home in Columbia. Mrs. Claud Peoples, of Branch ville, visited her mother, Mrs. Minnie Mor ris, last week. 1 THq'fruit hardens the gums cleans the teeth; the coffee stimulates the flow, of saliva in the mouth, and acts as a mouth wash; while the cigarette disinfects (?) the mouth r id soothes the nerves.” Interroga tion-point mine. Dr. Bucl'.^ii is right about the harm of sugars—the virtue in fruits—the invigorating coffee. Sweets, such as preserves, which have no place on my table, are 99-per cent cane sugar, with the native virtues of the fruit entirely eliminated. Why Preserves? 1 bade such a willing adieu, when a service of .yellow tomatoes mighty nearly “Fixed” me! Inert tomato- seeds, tough skins—and sugar. Pre served cherries equally as bad. The humble melon-rind makes the safest perhaps, and even that is largely sugar. Fruits in the natural state afford the least objectionable desserts. OhBsigosh! “If you really love me, George, why doesn’t your chest go up $nd down and Thai tUae #745 •‘Tell me who you go with and I’ll tell you who you are,” That ha* a familiar ring, hasn’t it? But you. seldom hear it any more. People have a better way of judging other people now. They simply look at the family automobde ... And that is why thePontiac Big Six is meeting with greater success than any other Pontiac ever built. The Pontiac Big Six provides big car qualities to the fullest degree. It has big car beauty. It offers big car engineering features by the score • • • And every day, the number of Pontiac Big Sixes on the road is increasing—because progressive people welcome the idea of stepping up in motor car quality without stepping out of the low-priced field 1 PrUm* $745 and up,/. ®. b.fmrfry, plus dmUtmy clmrgam. 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