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/ PAGE NUMBER THR] Thursday, February 11, 1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA KATtlARINf EIGHTH INSTALMENT NtWLIN BUfiT © »93l CROWELL PUBLISHING COMPANY apartment house she thought that a man emerged from the alley she Fresh from a French convent, had just left and walked, not very eljm Harlowe returns to New rapidl y behind her. orh to her socially-elect mother, a Arrived at Nick’s place, she ran things gtous, ambitious woman. The U p ^he stairs and entered Nick’s your love. . . . that you love me.” “I’m a fool, Lynda. Not even prison has cured me of folly. I hope I’ll die in the gutter hoping. Great . . like, the possession of is hurried Into an engagement the wealthy Felix Kent. Her Nick Sandal, surreptiously the girl’s home one night, tefis her he used to call her ida Sandal. The girl is torn by desire to see life in the raw to become part of her mo- [tiler’s society. Her father studies sail o undings. Lynda visits her father in his igy quarters. She finds four men tying cards when she arrives, of them, Jock Ayleward, her ither tells her, is like a son to him, warns the girl he is a trifler. pays a second visit to her room. Jock rose. He was dressed in a dark suit of rough tweed and took up a cap from the floor. “Speak low,” said Lynda. “Is Nick here?” “No. I took him to a hospital for treatment. He’ll be able to get out in a few days.” j “I’m glad he isn’t here. I’ve been followed. A man’s across this alley in a doorway. My mother has en gaged a private detective to find out who took her jewels. He must have seen me come out. In fact I “You mustn’t hope.” He drew one of her hands quick ly over to his lips and let it go. “Good-bye, Lynda Sandal,” he said. “As long as you live, I’ll hope.” In the darkness she took that hand he had kissed up to her mouth and set her teeth upon it. The action kept her from speech and tears. It was more difficult than Joce lyn had forseen, to locate the spot they wanted. But finally they found it. At the foot of the fire escape they know that I’ve been noticed already ther and Jock takes her home, on in this get-up. Jock, what shall we stood together looking up. « way stopping with her at an do? If we go out together now “You must wait here, Jock. I underworld cabaret. we’ll both be arrested.” know just where the safe stands. Joek gets into a fight with a “Wouldn’t it be better for me to I have memorized the combination, gster who insists on dancing p U £ on SO me of Nick’s clothes? Let me have your torch.” Lynda. He then takes Lynda Th e y>ii be looking for a woman.” j “I must go up with you. You Later she mentions Felix’s “Good thought. You could wear | don’t imagine that I’d let you take name to Jock and Ayleward’s face ore tty well.” His eyes im- j this chance alone?” [displays his demoniac hatred of the personally measured her. nHionaire. ^ He took her into the bedroom, , J*®*!* tells Lynda t a e ix cau.*- ^ tumbled a suit f rom the closet to am in order to be released. But if |«d fern to be sent to jail nnjustly (he bed got a ^ a ^ and a you are (ound ^ there „ | She took the light from him and The clothes weren’t such a bad felt the ice of his fingers, fit. The felt hat, because of her; She counted the windows and “You have to. If I am caught I’ve only to let them know who I [by fixing up his report on a mine. ^ i 4.L u kynda 4ys she doesn't believe his and left her K r Pr3 /vlr\rr»^o TroTovi’r r* She pays another visit to Fber father and goes to a cabaret }with him and dances with Jock, ha suddenly stops and tells her he going to take her right home.. He seen Felix dancing with an- m. Nick discovers Jock making love Lynda when he returns home lediately after the others get and reviles him for being a ivieL Returning home Jocelyn her mother .handling .some tensely valuable jewels, hidden id her prie dieu. Fehx tells Jocelyn that Jock is a irthless scamp. Later Lynda tells she does not believe in his in- Inoeence but will try and find, mgh Felix, some letters Jock inns ! win clear his name. thick hair, was a tight squeeze but she pulled it down. When she came out Jock smiled at her appearance. “You’ll do, I guess, on a foggy night. Where are we going when we leave here?” “Have you one of those small searchlights, Jock?” “An electric torch? sure thing.” “Then take it. We’re going to Felix’s office downtown.” Three blocks away from the tall narrow tenement they took a taxi cab. Not many days before, Jocelyn Harlowe had driven through the diamond air of noon along one of the glittering avenues of the gay Marcella finds her jewels stolen town in Kent’s smooth-running hires a private detective, who limousine, while his voice, eager keoverrs the mysterious prowlings found the one to Felix’s office. It moved up silently and she let her self down upon the office floor. She went softly over to the safe. The electric torch, as she pressed it, gave out a round white spot which startled her with its precise revelation of the glittering knob of the safe. She repeated to herself: “Three- eight . . . three turns to the left, eight-five-two. Two turns to the right one-one-one-seven. Six turns right. Turn to left.” The thick door opened noiselessly. The small compartments were labeled, not with letters or numbers but with hieroglyphics which mean nothing. She took out bundles of papers and stealthily examined Lynda, without knowing who she i. Lynda raspects her father. Jocelyn decides to marry Felix ily and preparations are made for the wedding. She asks him to [tell her the combination of his safe, a mark of his confidence in her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ‘Spiritually? To know the com- jination of an office safe?” “Well, psychologically then. It K>uld give me a feeling of know- ig you better, of being in your jonfidence of being—” her voice fell, “really your wife ...” \ Felix lifted the hair from one of te delicate close-set ears and sending his mouth to it whispered, ‘Three-eight . . . three turns to the Left . - - eight-five-two . .'. two turns to the right. One-one-one-seven six turns right. Turn to the Left. Did you get that, my sweet foolish wife?” “Say it again, Felix.” He repeated it and she in her of a schoolgirl conned it over id over, sick with her own decep- >n. To lie so in a man’s arms id to cajole his secrets from him for what might be . . . no, she trusted him. “It is to prove my confidence in him . . . This consci- »nce must be silenced! It is only prove his honor in such a fash- To lie so in a man’s arms, and to cajole his secrets from him is only to prove my confidence in him, thought Jocelyn. and possessive, exulted in her ear. them. Bundle after bundle, with names and titles utterly unknown, contracts, letters, signed papers, she took them out, returned them. Suspense ate at her vitals. She could not tell, with the fail ure of each inspection, whether her She could not avoid his lips, his touch. Now, plunging and jo.king in the narrow stuffy darkness of the taxi, she crossed a city lurid and confused, whose air was a wan dering marsh light across her face and hands, while the man beside heart leaped up or dropped. Jock’s her crouched forward, silent and eyes, Felix’s clear profile, both were controlled. haunting her. She endured not only She said to herself, “After this her own horrible suspense and fear ride I shall never be alone with: of discovery but Jock’s, where he nn’that he”may"never”know it has! hlm a S al “- And 1 love him - And ! 5tc,od down there on . the c * lU1 fo 5’ jeen questioned; to rid myself of j 1 have never given him a word of against the wall, waiting. No mat- ther . . . this Other . . . for mer and forever—and forever.” Next day she wrote a line to ock: “If I succeed in arranging iters as I hope. I’ll come to you night about eleven o’clock. I xall have to ask your help. This she mailed with her own Pleading weariness, she ask- Felix^to stay away that evening _id to her relief he decided that he rould take advantage of this dis- for one of his flying busi- trips. At half past ten Jocelyn got up locked her door. She took her from its hiding place and herself. She ran her fingers igh her hair. For this one last she must wear the dangerous iblance of that “conspicuous jung woman.” As she stepped briskly out along street past the awning of the kindness. He will remember me on- ter what his delusion, this search ly as one of many wounds.” And meant. He really hoped, he really the longing to speak softly to him feared. It was not, for him, only a took possession of her almost ir- test, a mad experiment; it was resistibly. simply—his life, or his death. It Jock spoke: “I won’t see you was shame or clean justification, a again,” he said in his hubdued prison sentence wiped out, a curse voice. “You won’t forgive me—no lifted. matter what is found—something She thought she had imagined or nothing. I can’t help hoping the words but her eyes had really that we’ll find what is bound, I picked them off a folded stiff suppose, to hurt your happiness, sheet. She began to shake. But I must say two things to you; I “Algernon Talley, Lost Valley One—that I think you are brave. Mine.” Very few women would have the | “I agree to give your engineer the courage and the honor to search kind of look-in you suggest, pro- out such a truth. And the other is vided you come across with the . . . I love you. It can’t hurt you million.” Her sick eyes ran down to know that. Lynda, I love you.” the page. She saw his name, “Jock She did not answer. The murky Ayleward.” Another letter: “I’ve city went past their silence in got him where we want him. It blurred light. Speech of any sort ( wasn’t such easy doing either. He’s would be disloyalty. She said at 1 a shrewd chap and knows his job. last, however, in a sweet muted But I kept him away from a shaft voice, “It hurts me. It hurts me and I let him go over—” It was true. Felix Kent had bait ed a trap for an unsuspecting friend, a boy he’d played with. Felix Kent had sent his scapegoat, an innocent man, to prison. The proof lay in her two cold hands. It would mean, for Kent, destruc tion. By her treachery. And he had chosen her to be his wife. This was something that she could not do. She could tell him when he returned tomorrow, She could leave it to him. His face viv idly replied with its shallow eyes and its hard mouth, “I ride life with a spur and a whip and I ride over fallen men.” If she told him he would ride her down. And Jock would be trampled deeper into the bloody dust. Suppose that she hid the papers and threatened Felix Kent . . . No. That was all moon shine, all a girl’s phantasy. No way to handle shrewd and scheming men. She must either put the pa pers back and be silent for all her life, loyal to a knave, or she must stand up now and go over to that window and then down to the hon orable man who waited at the bot tom of the wall, the honorable man who had served a prison sentence while Felix enjoyed a million dol lars in the sun. She stood up, closed the safe and went over to the window. As she leaned out she heard a sound behind her terribly close. With no further hesitation she threw the heavy bundle of letters in their band down to Jock Ayle ward. “Get out. Be quick,” she called urgently. She had swung her leg out over the sill when heavy hands clutched at her and pulled her back and a weight crashed down upon her blinded head. In the bedroom of a Washington hotel Felix Kent spent what was left of an active and wakeful night. The spur of opportunity and of an tagonistic forces, these were not the only fevers in his blood! His marriage was but a few hours ahead of him and the image of Jocelyn kept his pulses stirred. After day break he fell asleep and was awakened by the sharp call of a telephone beside his bed. His watch on the night table showed him that it was already eight o’clock. The voice was Becky Deal's. “Is this you, Mr. Kent Michael Rory has just telephoned from the police station. It seems that your office was entered last night. He caught a boy leaving by the win dow. I don’t believe anything’s been taken.” Felix committed himself to an oath. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.) Noted Banker at Play MMH MU! How Old? He doesn’t look a day over fifty. And feels like forty. A/ the age of 62. That’s the happy state of health and pep a man enjoys when he gives his vital organs a little stimulant! 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Just keep a bottle of Dr. Caldwell’s syrup pepsin on hand; take a stimulating spoonful every now and then. See if you don’t feel new vigor in every way. Experience Service Facilities Those are the important things in measuring the worth of a funeral director, and should be borne in mind when you have occasion to choose one DISTANCE IS NO HINDRANCE TO OUR SERVICE and there is no additional charge for service out of town J. S. STROM Main Street McCormick, S. C. Huey Long Sworn in as Senator Otto H. Kahn, Wall Street financial man and International banker, is spending the winter in Palm Beach. Covemor Long of Louisiana, a dynamic politician, has transferred his . i •ctiyitics to the Senate, after his own choice' as successor in the Cover- ' oor’s chair had been duly elected. Long is shown handing his credentials u> Vice-President Curtis. -X- IlOE GISH tmmir T lRST THINQ Som£ foLKS /\Sk’ WHEN THEY Do G£f a JoB <S WHEN can THEY T4KB A VACATION Denmark Offers Quaint Ideas For Valentine Party St. Valentine’s Day is one of the most loved of holidays, perhaps be cause it is a day set aside for the frolic of the little God of Love. Es pecially are lovers fortunate this year that St. Valentine’s Day falls on Sunday; a Sunday evening sup per and party is particularly pleas ing to Cupid. Customs for St. Valentine’s Day have grown through the centuries. Each country celebrates this day in its own way and with its own leg ends, but some of the most unusual and novel parties are those built around Danish customs, according to Inez S. Willson, home economics director of the National Livestock and Meat Board. In Denmark, the snow-drop is sacred to St. Valen tine, so the sentimental Dane never fails to send his lady-love a bou quet of these dainty blossoms. For the Danish party, the snow-drop together with hearts, bow-knots, horseshoes and wishbones arrang- j ed in attractive combination make very clever decorations. Of course, the color scheme is quite appropri ately pink and white, and the more pink the better, for on this even- 1 ing, at least, one must look through rose-colored glasses. The menu for the Valentine Sun day night supper depends upon the number of guests and the | formality of the party. Here are some foods which fit in particular ly well for the Danish party. Oysters in Ham Curls with Hol- landaise Sauce Fold thin slices of cooked ham around 2 oysters. Broil about 10 minutes. Serve with Hollandaise sauce. Allow 2 curls to each guest. Hollandaise Sauce Cream 1-2 cup of butter. Put 1-3 of that portion with 2 egg yolks, 1-2 teaspoon salt, dash of cayenne, and 2 tablespoons lemon juice in a double boiler. Cook very slowly until the mixture begins to thick en (about 3 minutes). Then add the second 1-3 of butter, and as it thickens, the rest of the butter. Cook very slowly for about 20 minutes. Add 1-2 cup boiling wat er and cook for a minute more. If the sauce should curdle, it can be made smooth by beating it gradual ly into a little hot medium white sauce. This sauce is also good with ham and oyster curls if the salt and acid are omitted in the making and in stead 2 teaspoons prepared must ard added for each cup of sauce. Jellied Veal Melt a glass of currant jelly an-3 add a little mint. Soften 1 table spoon of gelatin in 1-2 cup cold water and dissolve over hot water. Stir into the jelly. Line heart-shap ed molds with the jelly, fill with, minced veal and pour in the rest of the jelly to cover the meat. Chill thoroughly. When set, unmold into lettuce leaves or nest of curly en dive.