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i i i : jrsdy, January 14, 1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCOftMICK, SOUTH PAGE NUMBER THRl * > ■■ KATtlARINt FOURTH INSTALMENT NtWL IN BUfiT © wv CBOWEU. POBLISMIN4 COMMMY Fresh from a French c<mvent, Jocelyn Harlowe returns to New York to her socially-elect mother, a religious, ambitious woman. The girl is hurried into an engagement with the wealthy Felix Kent. Her father, Nick Sandal, surreptiously enters the girl’s home one night. He tells her he used to call her Lynda Sandal. The girl is torn by her desire to see life in the raw and to become part of her mo ther’s society. Her father studies her surroundings. Lynda visits her father in his dingy quarters. She finds four men playing cards when she arrives. One of ( them, Jock Ayleward, her father tells her, is like a son to him, but warns the girl he is a trifler. —Lynda pays a second visit to her father and Jock takes her home, on the way stopping with her at an underworld cabaret. Jock asks her to dance. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY She rose. He took her into his arms so tightly that she could hardly breathe. > < “Don’t! I can’t dance . . . that way—please.” “Oh, I forget. Let me see. Sure. This is the way, isn’t it?” And he moved with her out on the floor, dancing with the ease, the pride and the smoothness of a gentle- 'man. And he danced beautifully. Abruptly, irrelevantly, she found herself thinking that she was glad he was young. Really young, supple and quick, not dry and stiff like Felix Kent, with his strong wooden body and thick hot mouth. Jock had his eyes upon hers. He must have felt their sudden change to gladness for his gray eyes were ardent, bold. They came closer. She drew back her face. He was erect again. She glanced nervously over her shoulder. They were far from the small table, dancing with three other couples at the larger end of the room where it opened into a sort of alcove or bay. “Aren't there some very queer sort of people here tonight?” asked Lynda. “Are there? I hadn’t noticed it.” “Look now, that big man with a white scar; dancing with the wo man in—in-r—shoulder straps.” “In and out of ’em, eh? Well, yes, you might perhaps call him queer. He’s Toni Padrona. Just out.” j “Of the hospital? That’s why he looks so gaunt perhaps.” “From up the river. He got off with two years.” Lynda stopped. Her hand fell from that supple shoulder. “Oh, I can’t stay here, Mr. Ayle ward. I can’t stay in a room with —with criminals!” “Hullo!” said Jock. “Go easy. If Mr. Padrona heard you he might resent it.” “My father,” said Lynda ready to weep, “would certainly not want me to be here, Mr. Ayleward.” He gdve her a queer long glance and took her back to the table silently. He called for his check. Lynda was distressed. “I haven’t asked you . . you’ve told me nothing about Nick.” “Maybe you’d better leave it to him. He would like to tell you him self perhaps/’ Lyj^da-iooked at him gravely and coolly, resting her chin on her -fiands in imitation of other women in the room. Jock shrugged. “Apologies. You won’t dance just once nore?” Lynda was tempted. “If you will promise not to let me touch that man.” “Not touch the jailbird, eh?” She shuddered. “Yes.” “All right.” But he looked so queer and hard and so dangerous that she found it difficult to let herself be held by him. It was, how ever, the most guarded and careful dance she had yet had. He seemed to shield her from all the other dancers by making himself some thing less than human than a liv ing man.” “We’d better pull out of this,” Jock muttered. He tried to steer her back along and across the room. A hand toucher her. “Lend me the girlie, jock-in-the-Box,” said a hoarse voice, “just for the end of the waltz, see?” “Sorry, Toni, she’s tired. We’re cutting out.” “Oh, no, we art not. Come on, Baby.” “I will not dance with you.” Lynda’s voice, her face, her spurn-, ing lips were altogether too expres sive. The big-faced man stepped back from her with an audible in take of his breath and a black flush. One second later Jock struck him in the face. Lynda did not know what he had done. She could not understand what he had said. She knew only the sickness of fright and shame— to be standing there alone in the excited shouting room while these beasts fought for her. Luckily Toni had no great desire for publicity. He graciously allowed himself to be held back from a murderous-looking Jock who did I not come to his senses until he had been forced back by two waiters and held for a minute against the wall. Then he shrugged and grin ned and promised peace and came over to the scared girl. Together they hurried out into the street. [ A moment later she found him in the taxi , with her and her head was on his shoulder. She cried there like a child. At the comer of her own home street she told him to leave her and said a shaken good night. “I am sorry I was so rude and so ungrateful, Mr. Ayleward. It was not really your fault.” “Yes, it was,” he answered grimly “I won’t offend again. Good-bye.” In her own small bedroom, safe, she knelt beside her bed; and there now?” , “Nine-thirty.” “Come to a show with me. I swear/I won’t take you among the criminal cla-a-sses.” He broadened his a absurdly. Lynda flushed. “I do not understand how you dared in the first place to take me to such a place as that one.” She looked down at her own busy fingers, frowning. “Yes. I should really be grateful to you. If I could only trust you I should very much like for you to show me ... life.” He chuckled; then spoke serious ly. “Why can’t you trust me? Aren’t you Nick’s daughter.” • “I want to know what life looks like, Mr. Ayleward, when one turns round bravely to fact it. I want to know people, all kinds of people, different sorts of people. I want to know how good it is to be bad and how bad it may be to be good. I want adventures, risks, dangers—” “But on no account do you want to brush against the shoulder of a released bootlegger in a speakeasy.” Lynda sat up, opening her eyes. “I will go back with you to that place tonight,” she said, reaching for her tarn. “No. It’s too early; And you would miss Nick. But I like your grit. I doorbell rang Jocelyn started ward to answer it herself. She stared unrecognizing^? at the man who stood therejfn the handsome empty little vestibule of the apartment building. ^During that moment, r seeing him un out line for the strong light v^as back of him, she thought this figure of a stranger noble, patient and proud. i She recognized Jock Ayleward. Vexation, anxiety, alarm in swift succession sent all her pulses jump ing. “My father is ill? He sent you?” “He is ill—not seriously—but too ill to come. An attack of pain and fever; the exertion of moving per haps. We’re very respectably quar tered at present.” She saw that his eyes had swift ly taken in all the detail of the apartment — the entrance to the I bedrooms, the glass doors of leath er opening to the small alcove which held Marcella’s shrine. He looked again at her. “May I stay just for a little while? It’s been an age since I was in this sort of place talking to this sort of girl.” She played for him, fascinated by his face, which she watched stealthily. As he turned at the end of her playing his shoulder struck against a framed picture and he knocked it down to the floor. He hastened to pick it up and stood still, with a changed face, staring at the photograph of Felix Kent. If the young man had met Medusa he could not have more terribly suffered an alteratioh. Youth and the peace of his listen ing were smitten into the likepess of demonic hate. He controlled the convulsion, set down the pic ture and moved down the full length of the room to stand at the window, his back turned. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) Grow A Good Garden t i GOOD PLANNING INSURES GREATER SUCCESS OF GARD EN PROGRAM T can’t dance in the same room with criminals,” Lynda told Jock. trembling all over and in tears, she thanked God for the first time since she was bom for the great, the dangerous, the admirable gift of living. In spite of her dangerous exper ience, she went back to her father’s rooms a few nights later. Ayleward overtook her climbing up the stairs. “Playing in hard luck again, aren’t you, Miss Sandal? I’ve got to go on up. Have some important news for your father. But don’t worry—I won’t stay long.” She knocked at Sandal’s door. There was no response. Jock murmured an apology, fitted a key and opened. “Hi there, Old Nick!” he shouted. Then to Lynda in his usual low rather subdued voice, “He’s gone out.” “That’s too bad. It is almost my last day,” she allowed herself to tell him. “Leaving town?” He was at the desk running over some papers. “Yes. And it will never again be easy* I’m afraid, to see my father.” “That’s rotten. He’ll take losing you very hard.” Her face glowed wistfully. Her eyes, tilted at the black-lashed cor ners, filled. “Do you think he will care? Does he like me? Really? Enough to matter?” Jock had begun to prowl about the room like some restless animal. “I’m getting jealous of you, that’s all. He’s more my father than he is yours when it comes to practice. He talks about you so that I’m sick of the sound of your name. Lynda —Lynda—Lynda—Lynda!” 1 He said this savagely in various tones of bitterness. Lynda was forced to laugh at him. “You’re a funny boy!” “Since when—” “I mean, you are not very old, are you?” “I’m nearer thirty than twenty. And you are,” he was teasing her, “fifteen?” “Gracious! Eighteen.” Lynda rose: “When do you suppose Nick will be back?” she asked. “His message on the desk says eleven o’clock; What time is it saw you had the makings. But I got you wrong at first, I admit. You’ve still got me guessing in lots of ways. You belong, for all your Apache get-up, you belong to a world I’ve come close to forgetting. Although,” his face looked bewil dered . . . “although it hasn’t been so long.”* *You are a gentleman. I saw that at once.” “What is a gentleman?” he de manded bitterly. “I have known very few. Felix Kent of course.” Jock sprang away from her with a movement so abrupt and start ling that Lynda made an exclama tion of alarm. Lynda wondered at the change that had come over him. He did not seem like the same man at all. Perhaps more like the man he had looked on the stairs, hard and hag gard. During their little talk this hardness had melted from him. “I’d rather you’d stay with me now and go when Nick gets back. Surely you have no business on hand at this hour.” And she added with a quaint air of interest, “Has business, been good lately?” “I am a professional gambler, Miss Sandal,” Ayleward announced abruptly. “Does that put me into your criminal class?” Lynda felt startled and drew her eyebrows together and studied. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Is it a crime to gamble? “Let Nick advise you as to the social and moral status of a gam bler.” “No. He’s not got the hands for it.” Jock was in the doorway and he suddenly turned his back and went out. Then, as it was growing late she decided she had better not wait for Nick any longer. She went home singing to herself. A few days later Jocelyn wrote a note to Nick Sandal in which she told him she would be all alone on Thursday night and that she want ed him to come early and spend the evening with her. There were some things, she wrote hijn, that he must explain to her. Mary had been sent out early that Thursday night, so when. the J ! or ANY BABY W E , can never be sure just whai makes an infant restless, but the remedy can always be the same. Good old Castoria! Tnere’s comfort in every drop of this pure vegetable prep aration, and not the slightest harm m its frequent use. As often as Baby has a fretful spell, is feverish, or cries and can’t sleep, let Castoria soothe and quiet him. Sometimes it’s a touch of colic. Some^ times constipation. Or diarrhea — a condition that should always be checked CLEMSON COLLEGE, Jan. 9.— Many different kinds of vegetables can be grown in South Carolina, thus affording a wide range of healthful, nutritious fresh vege tables in season, and in addition, many vegetables to be canned, dried, pickled, or stored and kept in a fresh condition, thus provid ing an ample supply through oh5 winter, says A. E. Schilletter, ex tension horticulturist, urging the importance of an abundance of fruit and vegetables in the diet for the sake of good health, and sug gesting the wisdom of planning gardening operations in advance. “Ordinarily we do not think about gardening when the weather is coldest,” Mr. Schilletter contin ues, T ‘but that is when we have the most leisure to decide the kind and amount of each vegetable to be grown and to. order seed. Buying seed early is important, for that usually insures better selection of varieties, if not a better grade of seed, while late buying may mean a delay in planting. If a well ar ranged, systematic plan iis work ed. out before hand and seed se cured, time, space, and labor will be saved when seeding time ar rives. 4 “A systematic planting plan in volves the grouping of vegetables according to season of planting, and also grouping together those crops which require about the same length of time to mature. “With a well selected variety of fruits and vegetables produced in a well planned garden, the family will usfc more than if vegetables have to be purchased, and better balanced meals are possible. Inves tigations show that such vegetables as spinach, cabbage, carrots, let tuce, tomatoes, asparagus, turnips, collards, and chard are especially high iri the essential vitamins. Vegetables are also a good source of such minerals as calcium, phos phorus, and iron which are essen tial elements in the human body. “Furthermore, a certain quantity of bulk food is necessary for good health, and vegetables are the main soiirce of ’roughage’. Because of their succulence and relative large bulk the leafy vegetables and most of the root crops probably aid in the digestion of the more con centrated ;:oods.” X— Good Farm Smoke House EXTENSION .ENGINEERS PUB LISH NEW CIRCULAR TO GUIDE BUILDERS * —— j Jr r tj f - call a physician. CASTORIA TRIFLES Anonymous The massive gates of Circumstance Are turned upon the smallest hinge, x And thus some seeming pettiest chance . Oft gives our life its after-tinge. The trifles of our daily lives, The common things scarce worth recall, Whereof no visible trace survives. These are the mainsprings, after all. tXt All wool materials should be dried in a warm place but not near a fire or in the direct sunlight. Never allow them to freeze. Hang knitted underwear from the shoulders, shabinjf^ the garments Occasionally and squeezing the water. frbm the bottom. CLEMSON COLLEGE, Jan. 9.— To meet increasing interest in farm smoke houses because of the increasing tendency to produce meat at home, the Agricultural Engineering Division of the Ex tension Service, has issued Infor mation Circular No. 12, entitled “A Farm Smoke House,” prepared by C. W.^ Stroman, assistant agricul tural engineer, in co-operation with the Animal Husbandry Division. The circular contains specifications for frame smoke houses 10 feet wide, 14 feet long, and seven feet clearance between floor and ceil ing Joists, and plans and bills / of material for construction. “A smoke house must be con structed,” says the circular, “so that it will retain smoke, provide cool storage in summer, prevent meat from freezing in winter, keep out rodents, and reduce fire haz ards. A brick or concrete smoke house is often preferred, but the frame house with a concrete floor and insulated walls will prove ef ficient and reduce the cost of con struction, The size of the house will be governed by the amount of meat to be cured. Convenience is the chief faetpr in determining lo cation.” A section of the circular contain ing suggestions for smoking meat by J. R. Hawkins, extension animal husbandman, points out that the purpose of smoking meat is to give desired flavor and color, the pro cess of smoking being only of slight benefit in keeping the meat or protecting it from insects. The cost of such a smoke house as indicated above is estimated at present prices of materials to be about $95, including concrete and other building materials . but not including labor. . TXT — If everyone“^would drive his au tomobile carefully, the- manufac- . turers of horns would be put out of business. Pleads China’s Cause Dr. W. W. Yen, newly-appointed Minister of the Chinese Republic to the United States-, who hopes to enlist American influence against Japan’s invasion of Manchuria. Japan’s Premier Tsnyoshi Inukai, new hekd of the Japanese Government, who warns the rest of the world to keep hands: off in Japan's difficulties with China. j Labor Leader Honored \ Ira M. Ornbum of New Haven Conn., head of the International Cigarmakers Unipn of America, ^ has been nominated by the Presi- . dent as a member of the Federal . Tariff Commission. ►4. X J.- * Babe's” Latest Hit !r " 1 &mk' Y illlfc rm x. Sr 5 1 © '-Ss <»■ • § •& fi mm- s v r $ lev :>fvx: * ■ J i'.- . The Home-Run King went bunt- l mg at Camp Bryan, N. Cr and . * in a deer to prove that he ' ‘ as/well as tat* —x -tX± . Tar thinned with creosote is good; for painting pruning wounds of trees. The tar seals the pores and prevents decay/ • Add , just! enough cresote to make the mix ture jbrush on smoothly; it should be of the consistency of A thic* paint. Xy