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/ X m SHIP m. Thursday, February 4, 1932 vi< < OKM1CK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER THR1 KATtlARINf SEVENTH INSTALMENT Nt^VLIN BUJ?T © HKl CROWELL. PUBLISHING. COMPANY Fresh from a French convent, 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 1 the way stopping with her at an underworld cabaret. Jock gets into a fight with a gangster who insists on dancing with Lynda. He then takes Lynda home. Later she mentions Felix’s name to Jock and Ayleward’s face displays his demoniac hatred of the millionaire. Jock tells Lynda that Felix caus ed him to be sent to jail unjustly by fixing up his report on a mine. Lynda says she doesn’t believe his story. She pays another visit to her father and goes to a cabaret with him and dances with Jock, who suddenly stops and tells her he is going to take her right home. He had seen Felix dancing with an other woman. Nick discovers Jock making love to Lynda when he returns home immediately after the others get there and reviles him for being a convict. Returning home Jocelyn finds her mother .handling .some immensely valuable jewels, hidden behind her prie dieu. Felix tells Jocelyn that Jock is a worthless scamp. Later Lynda tells Jock she dees not believe in his in nocence but will try and find, through Felix, some letters Jock claims will clear his name. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “And you were going to leave without a word to me? Nick was going to— y “It was ray plan.” . “I’m sure of that. From the be- »ning you've tried to separate us. Can’t you see how wicked that is! And how selfish. I can help him, .save him.” Jock who was now on his feet stood looking down at her. “Save him—from what?” She flushed but went on bravely. “From you, Jock Ayleward. From this life of his with—you.” Jock began to move up and down the littered room. With rough hair and in his shirt sleeves he looked younger than she remembered him .... so many years younger than Felix Kent. Scarred, yes, by life; but so much younger and more flexible .... The eyes in his spent face began unwillingly to flare, to widen, as she told him of her ride with Felix. “Ask Kent about your father now. Tomorrow. Tell him about me. Put him to the test.” “I will.” Hec heart labored. “Yes, I will. I’ve already asked him about you.” The young man turned to stone. Gray stone. He wet his lips and asked slowly, not looking at her, “Did you ask him to prove his case?” “Why should I? To me it’s proved by his word.” “Then ask him ,to give you his correspondence with Algernon Tal ley during the summer of 1920.” “He would have none.” “And if you find the letters?” “If I find even a scrap of paper that has anything to do with your case, I promise you that you shall have it. I am going now. I won’t wait for Nick. I don’t believe you will be cruel enough now to take him away from me. Let me go, jock.” He had seized her hands in a firm grip. She fled from him. She heard herself laughing breathlessly as she ntn down the stairs. That night after she had finally fallen asleep with her last memory of Jock on her mind, she was awakened early by Marcella. • The Jewels—the jewels are gone. Oct up and help me. Tell me where vou've hidden them.” Her mother’s hands tore her breams to pieces, hurting her. They **1* trying to wring something out of her. "Mother, Mother, please! What the matter? What have I done?” "My Jewels,” Marcella faltered to Jocelyn’s ear. “They’re not where they should be. You’ve tak- them?” rt was spoken, Jocelyn now re- In hope. „! know anything about them, Mother.” But she was remembering her father’s silent visits—the vists she had called fruitless. I She loved Nick. Even now she loved him; this knowing climber- in at bedroom windows, this beaten ! man whose friends had hard faces and quick eyes . . . Here’ pain took her heart in both its hands and squeezed it. “Jock-in-the-box, Boxy.” What creatures went about under such sobriquets? A hideous, clamor came to her mind whose ears she tried in vain to close! “Thief! Stop, thief!” j She had herseli admitted these men into her mother’s house with her own hands. He had not come himself that other night. He had sent Jock. She had admitted Jock herself. He had stayed a long time. He had not been watching her while she play- ied. He had busied his eyes else where. He had quick eyes . . . Her wrist watch was gone ... He had light-fingered hands . . . they had held her own—Kent’s diamond upon them—against his face. Now she knew what name her father and Jock Ayleward carried on the shrewd implacable tongue of the law. She knew the secret of their quick wealth, their sudden poverty. Of their hidden and sor- laughter. Felix became aware of her presence in the inner office, cut short his tongue-lashing and hur ried to greet her. “Jocelyn, darling, you here?” “Yes. I tried to get you on the telephone at your apartment and then here. Miss Deal said you’d be in. I want to lunch with you.” “Splendid.” “Some quiet place, Felix.” On their way, in the back seat of the limousine, Jocelyn spoke quickly. “I want to marry you sooner, Felix. How soon can we arrange it?” He sat straight, visibly excited. “Dearest—my darling—this goes through me like lightning. Ilow soon? Today!” “Next week, Felix? If Mother can manage it? That’s not too soon?” He smothered her the people on the sidewalk notwithstanding— and let her go. “I am married to him now,” thought Jocelyn, “now I am really married safely to hin/,” - and she sat there as still as a trapped mouse in her gray fur -with her chin bent but with that look of somber June thunder in her eyes. When she returned home she found a/ small thin man with horn rimmed spectacles, his hair very closely cut, leaning for- •-» \. / Wa “My Jewels,” Marcella faltered taken them?” / did homes that changed and' changed. The next morning Marcella had recovered her self-possession. She came to Jocelyn’s room early. “I will take steps to discover the thief. Jocelyn, very quiet and pri vate steps. There are reasons which you can’t know-. . . ” ah, she did know, too many reasons . . . “why I must move very carefully. J will engage the services of a private de tective. Meanwhile I entreat you, I command you—to say not a word, not so much as a breath about the jewels and my loss of them.” “I promise you, Mother. On my honor.” “Not a word to anyone, not even to Felix Kent.” Felix Kent; the name flourished in her ears with the sound of sal vation. He rode life proudly with quirt and spur, knight errant. A warm current of reassurance flood ed her chilled heart. She would marry Felix Kent. At once. She controlled her nervous sob bing and went to summon him. Felix Kent had already left his Park Avenue apartment. She rang his office. Miss Deal’s voice came with a brisk authoritative clicking. “Mr. Kent’s office, yes . . . Yes, indeed, Miss Harlowe . . . No, he’s not here ... He will be back . . . Yes, Miss Harlowe, he said posi tively that he would be back about noon . . . Why, yes. Miss Harlowe. of course you may come here and wait for him . . . Why, naturally, that’s entirely up to you. After a time the two women heard Kent enter the outer office. Kent was speaking in a low hard tone and the clerk’s own young voice lifted in reply piped such a tune of abject cringing contrition that Jocelyn’s blood came to her face in sympathy. “What do you suppose he has done?” she whispered. Miss Deal, unsmiling, balefully replied, “He forgot the scrapbas- ket.” Jocelyn threw back her head and laughed. At that raining of golden careless close to Jocelyn’s ear, “You’ve ward from the sofa toward Mar cella, who, rigid and white, looked an apparition in her carved high- backed chair. The man was in the middle of a long speech. His voice lifted itself for an instant into her hearing: “It can hardly be a mis take. I think, Mrs. Harlowe, she has been seen twice by two differ ent people.”, “Going in by the alley entrance?” “Once, ma’am, yes. And once again just leaving a taxi at the corner of this block: a conspicuous- lookin’ young woman with a big bush of hair under a tarn and a full pleated skirt with a tight jacket.” Miss Jocelyn Harlowe, turning to the mirror, sleeked her hair and fitted down upon it her small felt hat. No nun had ever looked paler. She came into that room quickly with her proudest grace. Marcella said, “This is my daugh ter, Mr. Catring. She has been told of—my loss.” ( The horn-rimmed spectacles were turned and rested, shining, upon her face. “May I search your bedroom?” he asked her. “Why certainly, if mother wishes you to.” Jocelyn went along the hall. For a merciful twenty minutes the in spection of her own room was de layed. Catring stayed first to exam ine Mary’s quarters. During that twenty minutes Jocelyn took down her skirt and tam-o’-shanter and jacket from the closet hanger and hook, folded them as flatly as she could and hid them between her mattress and the springs. Mr. Catring came in at his leis ure and made a quick and sharp examination of her closet, her bathroom, her window and her fire escape. He looked down for some time at the court below with its op ening into the alley. An hour later she breathed easier when she heard the detective take his leave. Jocelyn thereupon studied coldly and fiercely what must now be done before her wedding day. She said to Lynda Sandal, “You When BABIES are Upset B ABY ills and ailments seem twics as serious at night. A sudden cry may mean colic. Or a sudden attack oi diarrhea. Ho\* would you meet this emergency—tonight? Have you a bottle of Castona ready? For the protection of your wee one— for your own peace of mind—keep this old, reliable, preparation always on hand. But don’t keep it just for emergencies; let it be an everyday ^aid. It’s gentle influence will ease and soothe the infant who cannot sleep. It’s mild regulation will help an older child whose tongue is coated because of sluggish bowels. All druggists have Castoria. CASTORIA must find Nick, if he is to be found, and persuade him to return the jewels.” She said to Jocelyn Harlowe, “Be fore you marry Felix Kent you must prove to Ayleward and to yourself that you do not fear the contents of that safe.” And speakirig in the character of Mrs. Felix Kent she said to both these girls, “You must be very care ful and you must not be afraid.” A small number of church invita tions had been sent out, an even smaller number of invitations to a breakfast afterward, a larger num ber of announcements went through the mails and the papers had their information and their photographs. , To these matters Marcella, with the speech and movements of a marionette, had carefully attended. Jocelyn had stood for the first and second fittirigs of her wedding gown and the apartment began, surprisingly to her,’ to fill itself with gifts. * “You’re giving me everything. Felts,” she murmured late one evening, the wedding day just six ty-two hours ahead, “except one thing and that is what I want most.” He had been about to say good night, one of those lingering good rights that tjaxed her patience and tormented ail her nerves. They were seated together on the small brocaded sofa. Felix sat back in the sofa corner and held Jocelyn close against him. “It’s Just—” the pale girl faltered, lighting her eyes to him and letting them fall again with a convent child’s timidity or shame, “your confidence.” Felix stiffened, then drew her even closer. “All right. You shall have it. What do you want to know? Ask me for a secret.” There fell a silence which Felix pleasantly employed, stroking her hair, touching her warm cheek. Jocelyn whispered. “I wish—you will think I’m worse than a baby! —but I do wish I could tell Miss Deal that I knew the combination of your private safe.” Felix threw back his head and laughed heartily and tenderly, the laughter of an indulgent elder. “Little goose! What good would that do you?” “No good of course: No practical good. But—spiritually—” (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.) Eyes examin ed. Spectacles, Eye Glasses, and Artificial Eyes fitted without Drugs, Drops or Danger. DR. HENRY J. GODIN OptometrisU 956 Broad Street Augusta. Ga LOOKS BY^oBSfRVfR Religious Tolerance!— The other night I attended a banquet and saw a Jewish Rabbi present a medal to the. i Catholic Archbishop Hanna of San Fran cisco. After the presentation Rabbi Landman clasped the Arch bishop warmly by the hand while several Protestant bishops applaud ed. The medal, an annual presenta tion, was awarded to the high Catholic prelate for his work in promoting a better understanding between Jews and Christians. “The American Hebrew,” a periodical, making the award. Last year New ton D. Baker was given the medal. Henry Morgenthau, former Am bassador to Turkeky, was toastmas ter. The association is a national one and is devoted to the purpose of “promoting a better understand ing” among the religions. It was voiced at the banquet that only in this country could such an organ ization thrive. It did me more good to be there than to attend church services, I believe. City Garbage— One of the biggest municipal prob lems here is the removal of , the garbage every day. The daily col lection would fill a dozen long freight trains and most of it is hauled out to sea in canal boats whose bottoms open and allow the contents to sink to Davy Jones’ locker. The lighter refuse floats, however, and spoils a lot of the ocean bathing on nearby beaches. Plans are well under way to erect huge incinerator plants and ocean dumping will cease in a few years. Another method of disposal has been to fill up waste spaces. One of the most popular, and prettiest, golf courses here has been created out of a mosquito-laden swamp near Flushing. Few of the golfers realize as they tramp over the beautiful course that a few feet be low them exists perhaps the most unsightly collection of empty tin cans in the world. The plan could be followed to advantage by f golf clubs out on the prairies to create rolling courses. Souvenir Hounds— New Yorkers, more than the citi zens of any other towns it is said, are keen hunters of souvenirs. If they are free, so much the. better. As an indication how people here go in for souvenirs c an be men tioned the opening of the new Waldorf-Astoria hotel last fall. The management had three thousand ash trays made with the initials of the hotel stamped on thfcm. These were placed about the new hotel on the opening day, to save floor coverings and tables. The next morning it was discovered that there was not a single ash tray in the place. Every one had been carried off by the guests. Specialty Shops— This city probably has more spe cialty shops than any other place on earth. Strolling along Fifth Avenue the other day we passed one shop entirely devoted to selling children’s spectacles. Another cat ers only to the blind; others sell dog and cat luxuries. Lots of them carry only one kind of goods, such as cigarettes, orange juice, nuts, and so on. Of course, there are the usual haberdashers and ling erie dealers that one sees in ev ery town of any size. One of the larger department stores here caters almost entirely to children, the lines for grown-ups being sold mostly as an accommo dation. Then there is the place where only large women are cat ered to while the men have one chain that sells only pants. 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C. will discontinue its Sunday service trains No. 5 and 6 on Anderson Branch operating be tween Anderson, S. C., and Mc Cormick, S. C. ERNEST WILLIAMS, Gen. Passenger Agent. Jan. 26, 1932.—2t. NOTICE The light on Boston lightship, which greets trans-Atlantic ves L sels entering Boston bay, is to be made five times more powerful {han at present. X Housewives should spend as much money for fruits and vege tables as for meats and fish, ac cording to a nutrition specialist at the University of California. BATTERIES FOR ALL LIGHT CARS $6.65 WHITTLE BATTERY SERVICE 622 BROAD PHONE 1166 AUGUSTA, GA. The United States has 1,925,000 miles of telegraph wire, which is more than three times the amoum- in Germany, which ranks next. Effective February 7, 1932, the Charleston and Western Carolina Railway Company will discontinue passenger trains Nos. 1 and 4 be tween Augusta, Ga., and Spartan burg, S. C. The last trip of these trains from both Augusta and. Spartanburg will be Saturday, Feb ruary 6, > 1932. For accommodation of local travel, coach will be placed on tri weekly freight trains Nos. 17 and. 18, 27 and 28 operated on the fol lowing schedules: No. 28 leave Spartanburg (Henry Street) 8:00 a. m., Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays for Greenwood. No. 27 leave. Greenwood (C. & W. C. Freight Station) 8:40 a. m., Tues days, Thursdays and Saturdays for Spartknburg. No. 18 leave Green wood (C. & W. C. Freight Station) 8:10 a. m., Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for Augusta. No. 17 leave Augusta (Green Street Cross ing) 7:55 a. m., Tuesdays, Thurs days and Saturdays for Green wood. These trains will not run into the Union Passenger Station at Au- ’ gusta; Southern Railway Passenger Station at Greenwood nor Southern Railway Passenger Station at Spar tanburg, but will take on and let off passengers in Augusta at Green Street Crossing, between 14th and. 15th Streets; in Greenwood at C. &. W. C. Railway Freight ^Station, and in Spartanburg at C. & W. C. Railway Yard Office near Henry Street. ERNEST WILLIAMS, Gen. Passenger Agent. Jan. 26, 1932.—2t. A pine tree grows large enough to be cut for pulp wood in the south in fifteen years, but it requires thirty to fifty years for a spruce tree .in the north to attain cor responding size. 4-