Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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Tkt Banwtll P»f U 8—U—1. BanwcIL 8. C. Tkaraday. Jaly 8. 1*37 WITH BANNERS SYNOPSIS Reybum visits tbs offles of Jsd •towsrt • Uwjror. Is discuss tbs toms of oa ootato sho has Inhorttod from Mrs. Msry Amanda Dans. Unwltttofly sho ovorbosrs Xod talklnf to Mark front, a nophow of Mrs. Dano who has boon dlslnhorltod. Mrs. Dsno hod lived at Lookout Houso, s hu*o structure on the sea. built by her father and divided Into two. for her and Mark's father. Brooko hod been a fashion export, and Mrs. Dsno. a "■hut-in,'' hearing her on the radio, bad Invited her to call and de veloped a deep affection for her. CHAFFER I—Continued "It’s a fairy story brought up to flats. Only, for the spell of a witch, substitute the broadcast of a girl’s voice. The little schemer got not only the money but Mary Aman da’s jewels, many of which were my grandmother’s.” Brooke dropped her hands from her ears after what seemed hours. Still talking? Perhaps Jed Stewart was talking to the office bov. She heard him say: "Your aunt said in her will, re member, that if she left the jewels to you, you might—well, that Miss Reyburn would appreciate them. She relented toward you to the ex tent of naming you legatee should the girl die without children; she was canny enough to prevent her fortune from falling into the hands of her family. You wouldn’t think Brooke Reyburn a schemer if you saw her; you’d know that she had a background of cultivated living. She has a vivid face with a deep dimple at one corner of her lovely mouth; her voice is sweet, spiced with daring. She came out of col lege to carry her whole darn family when her father died—he was one of the tragic twenty-niners whose in vestments were wiped out—now, I suppose, her brother, who is acting in a stock company, and her sister will chuck their jobs and settle down on her. Her hair is like cop per with the sun on it; her eyes change from brown to amber, and when she smiles at me I feel as cocky as a drum major at the head of a regiment.” *'Helpl You’re raving, Jed. Per haps you're thinking of marrying her?” ’’Marry her yourself. Mark, and keep the fortune in the family.” ”11 Marry that girl who hypno- a fortune I You’re crasy. I am married ** "You haven't caught your aunt’s Mess an divorce, have you? You don’t feel Usd la that worn* ran away with that French de you? You divorced her. didn't yen? Yen-” "Held everything! We were talk ing of the Key bum girt You have nerve to make the suggestion that I marry her. Men have been put on the spot for ieee I woulda t of rage cleared her voice of the hanging In ' Haa N Mark eyee wide with ULe really the me her from In front car* After the Wae of that Hath there any concern, rather a quiet try. which, she feh. at the first of bars would turn into active die like "You! You—” Her breath caught in a laugh that was half sob "What a mean break for you that you didn’t know who 1 was, that you didn't let that car hit me! Then you would have had the money.** She had never seen a face so col or lets as Mark Trent's as his eyes met hers steadily. "Lucky I didn’t know who you were, wasn't it? I might have been tempted. Schemers somehow lead charmed lives." For a split second Brooke thought that fury had paralyzed her tongue. She made two attempts to speak before she protested angrily: *Tm not a schemer! I suppose It never has occurred to you that the ‘Reyburn girl* may have loved Mary Amanda Dane? May have been glad to spend one evening a week in a homey old house away from her whole ’darn family’ in a crowded city apartment?” Failure of breath alone stopped Brooke’s tirade. There was plenty more she could say, she was apt to be good when she started. A laugh twitched at her lips. The two men facihg her couldn’t have looked more stunned when she made her theatrical entrance had a hold-up man with leveled gun suddenly stepped from behind the hanging. So this was Mark Trent. She had been careful never to go to Lookout House when he was there, for fear that he might think she had planned to meet him. She had not realized that he would be so bronzed nor so tall, that his dark eyes were so un compromising, nor that the set of his mouth and chin could be so in domitable. There was a fiery strong quality of life in him which sent prickles of excitement like rad- hot slivers shooting through her veins. She knew now that she should have appeared from behind that at Jed ftewarfs fir By Emilie Loring inf me. So you two have met be fore? That’s a coincidence.” **No coincidence about it, Jed. Ap parently we were both on the way to this office to keep an appoint ment with you, when we ‘met’ in the street almost in front of this building.” Brooke’s anger flared again at Mark Trent’s cool explanation. She met the terrier brightness of Jed Stewart’s gray-green eyes. She had liked him when she had come to his office in response to the court’s amazing notification' that she was residuary legatee under the will of Mary Amanda Dane. The black and white check of his Suit accentuated the rotundity of nis body. He puffed out his lips as he regarded her with boyish entreaty. She laughed. "The present uncomfortable situ ation only goes to prove, doesn’t it, Mr. Stewart, that listeners never hear any good of themselves? Though really I wasn’t listening. I stepped behind the hanging to look at the marvelous view, and then—” "You heard Jed say that your hair was like copper with the sun on it, and—” "I stuffed my fingers in my ears for a while, but I heard a lot more, a whole lot more,” Brooke cut in on Mark Trent’s sarcastic reminder, “before I heard you refuse to marry me.” "But that was before I had seen you.” The suavity of his voice brought hot tears of fury to her eyes. Before she could rally a caus tic retort, he picked up his hat. “That’s a bully exit line, m be seeing you, Jed. Hope you’ll enjoy the house and the fortune. Miss Rey- bum. Happy landings!” He laughed. “I’d better aay. ‘Safe landings I’ You’re such a reckless person.” "Hi! Fella!” With an impatient jerk, Mark Trent shook of? the hand on his sleeve, rammed his soft het over one eye. end closed the door smartly behind him. Stewart re lieved his feelings in an explosive sigh end pulled forward a chair. ‘That seems to be that Sit down, Mies Reyburn, while I tell you about the allowance which wtU be mode you while Mrs. Dene’s estate Is being settled.** Brooke the auditorium Ml and hod given H aU the end drive there eras la been promoted steadily. The first of this lest year she had had been set to Parle. She made frequent trips to New York, but never before had ah# fog for the last Uma la a hall full af women, many of whom the had com# la know by eight. She had given her last radio talk, ft was the sod of her business career. As she stepped from the stage. Mme Celeste, the autocratic heed of the store's depeitmeot of clothes for women, stopped her. A hint of emotioa warmed the hard blue of her eyes as she caught Brooke s slightly denatured by a dawn east twang. ”1 shall lose my right hand when you go. Why did that meddlesome old party want to butt in and leave you money? You were on the way to making it here.” *'I shall miss you, Mme. Celeste.” Brooke’s voice was none too steady. “Perhaps you won’t have to long. In this here-today-and-gone-tomor- row age, money doesn’t stay in one pocket. Remeijtber, cherie. when ever you want e Job, come to me. You’ll be needing one. Au revoir!” "Cheering thought that I may lose the fortune," Brooke reflected, as she approached her office across the hall. Suddenly the black letters: MISS REYBURN on the ground-glass panel of the door jiggled fantastically. She blinked moisture from her lashes—she hadn’t supposed she would feel choky about leaving. She opened the door, closed it quickly behind her, and backed against it as a man slid to his feet from the corner of her desk. His black hair shone like the coat of a sleek well- brushed pony; his dark eyes were quizzically amused as they met hers; his teeth were beautifully white; he was correctly turned out in spic and span business clothes. He was likable, but there was some thing missing—rather curious that never before had she felt it. "How’s tricks?” he inquired gai ly. "How did you get in here, Jerry Field?” "Easy as rolling off a log. A taxi, an elevator, a few strides oo shanks mare, and her* I am.” *Tva told you time and again not to my office. "You’ve been seeing too many movies. How you dramatist Ufa. You have been miscast. Instead of being born a rich man’s son and spending your days dabbling in paint and tht stock market, you should be on the stage. With your flair for good theater, you’d ba packing them in. Perhaps Sam can get you a chance in his company. Have you seen the play in which ha is acting?” she asked with a quick change from lightness to gravity. "Yes. Your brother’s good.” "But you don’t like the play?” “I can’t hand it much.” "Neither can I. It’s a dummy with not a breath of life, not a drop of red blood, just clever epigrams and stuffed-shirt characters. I wish Sam hadn’t been cast in it.” "Don’t worry. It won’t last long. What’s the next play on the stock list?” “ ‘The Tempest.’ The apartment rings with, ‘Bestir! Bestir 1 Heigh my hearts! CheerUy, cheerUy my hearts!’ ” "You’re not bad yourself, Brooks. Why didn’t you take to acting?” "I ought to be good. We chil dren were raised on dramatics and quotations. It was Father’s habit to orate when he was shaving, and we could spout Shakespeare before we could spell. Besides being a pub lisher, he was a playwright for ama teurs, but Sam is ambitious to write for the professional stage; he has one three-act comedy finished, that is, as finished as a play can be until it is put into rehearsal. That is why he is acting, that he may know all there is to know of stage technic. I've had theater enough in my late job. Late! I can’t believe that I’m through. Come on, Jerry, before I sob on the shoulder of that display figure. I asked the girls not to come to say good-by as if I were going away forever. They gave me a grand farewell party last night, and I have perfume, hosiery, and bags enough to last the rest of my nat ural Ufa. Go ahead. I want to snap out the light myself.” As she stopped on the threshold, Jerry Field caught her arm. "Hey, no looking back. Remem ber what happened to Lot’s wife. Fd make a hit. wouldn’t I. tugging a pillar of salt round the dance floor.” He shut the door smartly behind them. Brooke blinked and swallowed. “Okay, Jerry, from now as 1 go straight ahead like an army with banner*, but straight ahead doesn’t mean teaing and dancing with yon tonight” When they reached the already darkening street Jerry Field do- "Won't you go stepping with "No. thanks. I am going plan with the family about and to plot the curve of ou Uc future.” don’t In that silly idea of living in the house Mrs. Dene left you. It’s all right for spring and what wtU you do rocky point of land almost entirely surrounded by water when the day* got short in a place where the resi dents dig In and nothing ever hap pens* If you were here In the city,” he urged. T could pick you up fen a minute and wo could go pieces. To date you’ve handed out the excuse that you were too busy , People art planning la winter there, are they? That's an idea. You aren’t loss the fortune If you don’t live In the old place, will you? It wasn’t a condi tion?” They were walking toward the crimson and jade sunset against which a huge electric clock seemed colorless. “No. Mrs. Dane merely left a note with her lawyer. In which she wrote that she wished I would live there for two years, or at least un til I had cleared the house of her belongings, that the knew that I would not laugh at her treasures, that I would understand, and that I would care for her parrot, Mr. Mi- cawber. That parrot leaves me cold, Jerry. So you see, I must live in the house for a while—now that the lordly Mark Trent haa given permission. I—” “What has Mark Trent to say about it?” Brooke looked up in surprise as they waited for the traffic light at the corner to change to red and yel low. “Don’t bite. Do you know him, Jerry?” “Sure, I know him,” he replied shortly. (TO BE CONTINUED) Tht SUPREME COURT AMD HOW IT WORKS Bedouins Hospitable Besides being one of the pictur esque nomads of the desert, tha Bedouin is “most hospitable,” says a writer. A Bedouin host thinks it humiliating to ask his guest his name, his destination, or the time of his departure. It it a recognized' law of the desert that if a stranger appears at your tent and your sheep are grazing far away, you art en titled, in order to follow the ancient law of hospitality, to steal a neigh bor’s sheep and to slay H In honor of your guoat. This la a sort of How to Get a Hearing By ROBERT MERRILL 13 ETWEEN the Supreme court •D in Washington and a citizen on the Pacific coast an entire continent intervenes. But when it comes to the protection of his Constitutional rights, distance means nothing. His case in a local state or federal court may reach the Supreme court of the United States by steps easily and quickly taken. How can he get his problem be fore our National Umpire for a de cision? Here, step by step, is the method: Suppose, for example, a state should pass a law making a home- owner liable for the cost of repav ing the street from curb to curb in front of his house. The home-owner claims that this is a municipal expense, which the city should pay out of its general fund. Appeals From State Court. The city ignores his objection, files a lien against his property and threatens to sell him out for non payment. In the local state court the citi zen’s attorney moves to strike off the lien. The court, relying on the state statute, refuses. The home- owner appeals to the Supreme court of the state, which dismisses his ap peal and declares that either the citizen must pay or have his house sold over his head. “Am I through?” asks the home- owner. “Certainly not,” replies his attor ney. "We’ll find out what the Su preme court of the United States thinks sbout this.” So the home-owner’s sttomey sends to Washington s short printed petition, ststing the fsets, giving the decision of the state court and ask ing the United States Supreme court to order the state court ta send its record for review. State Caert Supplies Whan this petition reaches Wash ington every on# of the Supreme court Justices separately examines It and also the printed answer of the lawyer for the state. At the Jus tices’ conference on the following Saturday morning, if all or a ma jority of them think there M stance In the citizen's claim, they great tha petition—and tha record comes up from the state court. Tha homa-ownar’s cam is then set down on the argument list, yen on both sides file briefs When the cam M about to be reached for argument all parties are notified. The citizen’s own attorney either ap pears tor him or entrusts the argu ment to an attorney in Washington. The hnms nwar doem’t have to ap pear at eU. The cam Is now argued. The juatfeem ga Into a huddle over it. After thorough consideration the de claim Is announced. The first pav ing of the rood. It may And. pecu liarly benefit# the citizen's ty. and therefore the coot can ba assessed against it. But repavings of the spec curbs are a common it j ity, and must be paid tor out of the tax money which all the citizens contribute. The judgment of the state Su preme court Is therefore and the record is sent the continent with instructions to strike off the lien. If. In such a cam. tha citizen has boon a non-resident of the state in which this property was situated ha might have sought relief in the local United States district court instead of in the state court. If he had lost his cam both there and in the local United States circuit court of appeals, his subse quent approach to the Supreme court of the United States would have been the same as in the appeal from the state court just described. The great help to the citizen in any such typical case lies in the fact that the final decision is in the hands of an umpire, concerned with constitutional rights. In this imaginary paving case, the mayor and city council could see only community advantage in making the householder go on pay ing for successive repavings. For tunately the Supreme court exists to see both sides of a picture and so to insure the citizen against loss of his property otherwise than by the due process of law guaranteed to him by the Fifth and the Four teenth amendments to the Constitu tion. o • Weatcrn Newspaper Union. Mineral in Feed for Cows Mineral matter is very important in tho feed of a dairy cow. Cal cium and phosphorus make up the major portion of the mineral mat ter of the skeleton. Them, to gether with other minerals, are es sential in regulating the vital pro©- of tho body. Milk production many miner ala, the most important of which are calcium end you can stay on the cool side 1 this summer and still bask in the sunshine of flattery if you’ll look to Sew-Your-Own for your in spiration. Witness today’s trio of smart fashions: do they not fair ly take you by the hand? For Sheer Comfort The model portraying the cool poise of a well groomed cosmo politan, above center, can be yours. 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