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Thursday, IMarcli 3, 1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER THR1 -9 KATtlARINf tUSTENTH INSTALMENT Nt&LIN BUfiT © wi CftOWEU- PUBUMIM& COMPAMY from a French convent, — Harlowe returns to New hor socially-elect mother, a ambitious woman. The hurried into an engagement with the wealthy Felix Kent. Her N*®* Sandal, surreptiously 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 ta become part of her mo ther's society. Her father studies her surroundings. 'J ^ Lynda visits her father in his quarters. She finds four men playaug cards when she arrives. One of them, Jock Ayleward, her father Mis her, is like a son to him, but warns the girl he is a trifler. Lynda pays a second visit to her lather and Jock takes her home, on the way stopping with her at an underworld cabaret. Jlock tells Lynda that Felix caus- v to be sent to jail unjustly by fixing up his report on a mine. Felix tells Jocelyn that Jock is a worthless scamp. Later Lynda tells Juek she does not believe in his in- nocenee but will try and find, through Felix, some letters Jock clans will clear his name. finds her jewels stolen a private detective, who the mysterious prowlings Lynda, without knowing who she > ■ Lynda suspects her 'father. Jocelyn decides to marry Felix and preparations are made . ^ the wedding. She asks him to tell her the combination of his safe, as_a uaark of his confidence in her. Armed with the combination and uccompanied by Jock, Lynda enters office at night, abstracts the ted papers from the safe and them down to Jock, who is waiting below. Then she is captur ed by the janitor and turned over to the police. Felix learns the next morning, in Washington, that a “boy** had broken into his safe. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “My God! he ejaculated - in a stage voice which, however, Mar cella In her frenzy found convinc- ing. "Not Jocelyn? This—this wo man—she’s been trading on the likeness then. I found her at the police station. They' sent me word. 1 must take her back at *once. Telephone for the police, Mrs. Har lowe. No time to lose, pangerous to have her here. She’s stolen my papers and your jewels. She’s been making use of an accidental re semblance, a remarkable one.” Into Lynda’s ear he whispered fiercely, even with a grim sort of amusement, "Now you can get the drift, can’t you? Now you can see where you’ve landed? If you can’t persuade your young man to give you back those papers, or if he uses them—I’ll jail you both for a theft of jewels. Think, my girl, knd stall. Think hard. This is last chance you may have for clear calm thought.” She stood there in fact quit still, thinking. And behind her, in the room ail filled with her own bridal flowers and gifts, her mother, wild eyed and shaking, sat down as she was bidden to ring for. the police. / Mary, who had answered another summons at the front door, came in. ‘‘Mrs. Harlowe, there’s a man—” “It’s Catring. Bring him in,” and as Mary began to speak again Mar cella bent down again to the ’phone and set her long index finger into the dial. Her shoulder was turned toward the French doors while Felix, Lynda in his arms, stood carefully with his back to them; so no one, not even Mary who had withdrawn at once in some offense, saw the man who was supposed to be Catring as he came in to the room. He came slowly, painfully, pro gressing from door to sofa and along ity using its back for his sup port until he came up to Marcella land touched her elbow. And as she loofrga up he laid a leather box upon her knees. ♦T have brought a wedding pres tent for my daughter,” announced (Nick Sandal purringly. It was Marcella’s terrible low cry itbat procured Jocelyn her release, cry had so little of the human it that Felix leaped and wheeled, (forgetting everything but some un- instinctive fear of beasts It’s Julian’s blood. My husband me, Nick, killed him. The police will be com ing. We must hide these. Julian gave them to me. They were a gift. We were going away. They are my trust." I’ll put them behind an altar. They will be an offering.” She got up, holding the box against her breast, and went over to her shrine. All three of the sacred watchers let her go. They watched her fold herself in behind the leather doors. It was Felix Kent who took con trol. "She’s out of her wits,” he said, “and must have a doctor.” He turned to Nick whose hollow eyes had lost their malice and were dis tracted with terror and remorse. “I don’t know who you are, but since you brought about this condi tion by a rather ill-advised return of missing property, you’d better be the one to go for a doctor. Bring him back here as quickly as you can. This young lady has an impor tant engagement and must go out with me at once.” "No. Felix.” "Yes. I’m afraid that it’s neces sary. And in good time, probably thanks to Catring, I see that I’ll have some help if I should be driv en to needing it.” ' He directed her gaze toward the square hall. It seemed to her scared eyes to be filled with men. At sight of them Nick went back a little toward the shining window. “You’d rather I’d be quiet? Let it all go? You’d rather never know the truth?” "I’d rqther . . . but of course I must listen. It’s too late now. I’ll listen, Nick. Only, do you love me?” “To my regret. It’s because I was fool enough to let you trick me with those confounded eyes and ways of yours—those darling eyes and ways—yes, trick me into lov ing you that I’ve done what I have done . . . and been the blasted fool I have been lately.” “Lately?” "You think it’s not such a recent development? Well it has been. Jock’s been living—lately—with a sort of maniac. I’ve been . .,. jeal ous. I’ve wanted you tp myself. It was you I was trying to steal, when I came in here on that wet night and took the jewels. There now. Go back to your seat. I’ve got a penance to go through with now, Lynda.” "I met your mother in a Cali fornia cafe. San Francisco. * She was making the American grand tour.' She got separated from her party, lost her chaperon. A man insulted her. I knocked him down. She let me take her back to her hotel! That’s the way it began. In those days I was a mining en gineer. I gambled a little on the side when I felt the luck in my v. “They’re'all here,” she said, fingering'their jewels. and But Felix boldly advanced flung open the glass doors. "I am Felix Kent, gentlemen. I am in charge here. Mr. Catring has sent you? For an arrest? Come right in, please.' I may need help.” One of them did come in obedi ently, displaying a paper and a badge. "You are Felix Kent. You’re the man we’re looking for then. A sum mons from Chicago. They want to see you out there about some—evi dence. An old case. Will you come with us now, and quelity, please.” In that square entrance hall after they had closed the tall glass doors Jocelyn saw him, standing among them, turn back as though against his will to look at her. She remem bered another outline—Noble, pat ient, proud. This outline of her bridegroom had no such quality. Its narrow knave face was shrunken with pale hatred, with frustrated pas sion, with lost vengeance. To es cape that last terrible look the girl fell down before Nick Sandal and hid her face. He put his arms about her eager ly. And Felix, with the men, went out. A strange day. A strange sad eyentng: Marcella had gone into the sancturary distracted by her mem ories; she came out quite serene, a child whose memory is only of to day and yesterday. She thought that Nick Sandal was her indulgent uncle and Jocelyn a x friend to love. They sent for a psychiatrist who promptly ordered her taken to a sanitarium. She hardly knew that Dr. Bond 4>iiq had bent down close over Ni ck spoke to her: opened box and was looking at jewels. «Tbey*re all here, she touched Come over here, Lynda. Are you too tired?” He was seated on the small bro- _ ^tth her fingers, "but they’re caded sofa, curled up there pain- Z she trembled and her teeth fully as she had seen him on the "That’s Julian’s blood.” Vocelyn knelt before that terrible “Mdtber, don't. There’s no Mother, please lodk up.” sofa in his shabby room. “I’m not tired. I’m afraid.” "Afraid,” He winced, his swollen fingers patised in their task of fill- ^oeh them yourself, dear. Put ing his pipe. "Of me, dear?” hand on them. You feel that? j "Of what you are going to tell fingers. I went to New York and got myself introduced to the Har lowe crowd. Suspicious of me from the start. To them I smelled like a rank outsider. Well, I was one. But somehow I got the girl. “I carried her off to California. I had a good job there. In the mountains. But that was a rough naked sort of camp life. So I kept her living in the city. I’d go off to the mines alone and come back to her. Those week-ends were gor geous enough to feed a man’s starved memory for gray years, to paint even a prison wall 1. . . ” "I had to have more money. I got to gambling in earnest. I made enough at the tables sometimes al most to satisfy even ‘Celia. But of course it was uncertain. There were other times when I was cleaned out and she had to pawn or sell her treasures. That made her phys ically ill. To part with any bright thing that she- had handled—seem ed to wither her. Her own colors would fade. She’d go gray . . . like a steel knife. "Julian Montree was a gambler too, but not in the sense that I was. He seemed to be a gentleman dab bling in risk for his amusement. I brought him home to ‘Celia the way I brought home any other splendid thing for her beguilement. "He had an English mother, a French father. Both it would ap pear, well connected and both dead. “A French aunt of high nobility had, it would also appear, adored him from his infancy and had re cently furnished him with an enor mous sum to invest in American enterprise. “So—” he drew on his familiar aid, irony. His eyes and mouth be gan to mock now at the insuffer able memories. “So my wife and my friend in immemorial fashion became lovers and, like all the Pantaloons whose antics have furnished the world with loud' guf fa wings, I did not suspect tbkem. Lynda, you’ve seen those jewels?” She sat up straight, startled by the sharpness of this sudden ques tion. "Yes.” "Your mother loved that man. But sometimes I’ve thought that if it hadn’t been for that man’s glor ious possession—” "Was that his fortune, Nick?” “All of it. Yes; and it wasn’t rightly his. His capital, you see, his aunt’s advance-legacy he boast ed of—well, it was really all her own fortune, all she had in the world and she had entrusted it to him. He was supposed to bring her treasure to America and to dispose of it, for her, to the best possible advantage.. He was, I imagine, to get his commission on the sale.” Painfully he rose. “This is rotten for you, Lynda. Let’s get it over. Your mother took a lover and thought him a bet ter man than me. And so again in the immemroial fashion of Pant aloon, some instinct pinched the husband awake ^nd back he came unexpectedly to his little golden California house. Moonlight, I re member. Soft. Summer. But they were indoors. It was night. And everything was ready. The jewels lay between them on the table. "I said what Pantaloon always says. Julian was not patient un der insult. I struck him. He was armed. He would have shot me, Lynda,” his voice left him and he began to whisper, “he would have shot me. I was no cripple in those days and I got the pistol away from him and I killed him.” "Nick, what did they do to you?” "Arrested me of course. After this, that and the other thing was said and done I was tried and con victed of manslaughter and sent to prison—most of your lifetime, Lyn da. The fact that the gun had been Julian’s saved me from a more, terminating sentence.” “But, Nick, he was your wife’s lover and I read that—” ‘‘I couldn’t work that gag very well because, you see, if once ‘Celia had been brought into it as Mon tree’s lover she’d have been involv ed in the jewel theft. /They were all this while looking for the jew els.” . (CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.) 1X1 H EADAC H E S i COLDS AND SORE THROAT l r . NEURITIS, NEURALGIA Don’t be a chronic sufferer from headaches, or any other pain. There is hardly an ache or pain Bayer Aspirin tablets can’t relieve; they are a great comfort to women who suffer periodically. They are always to be relied on for breaking up colds. 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THE VERY BEST PACKAGE DI^UGS You can always get just what you want here in any kind of package drugs the very best for the? purpose for which you want to use them. • ’ STROMS’ DRUG STORE MAIN STREET •McCORMICK, S. C. 1 X ii mi Left to right, these skating champions are Elizabeth Dubois, Chicago, winner of the 100-meter international race at Lake Placid; Jean Wilson, Canada, 500-meter winner and Kit Klein, -Buffalo, 1,500 meters, which is a little more than a mile. evening dress may be supplemented with a little velvet collar of this sort—to be worn at the theatre or for restaurant dining, or left off for dancing. Some of the very new dresses are sold with detachable cape collar weighted at the edge with an inch wide band of beads. The beads give the touch of glitter that is be coming increasingly important this season and also serve to weigh down the cape in a flattering man ner. Whether you are slender or the reverse you will find a cape collar of this sort decidedly becoming and desirable because it gives the effect of added width through the shoulders that accents slendemesc of waist and hips. Growing Tobacco CLEMSON COLLEGE, Feb. 15.— Extension Circular 118, entitled "Growing Good Tobacco,” now be ing issued by the Extension Service contains suggestions of an experi enced tobacco grower, Mr. B. F. College, stresses the importance of Williamson of Darlington county, towards improving the quality of flue-cured tobacco. The sugges tions in this circular are of prime importance, extension specialists believe, to the mass of the tobacco growers of South Carolina. After discussing the best var ieties, the best land, and the best fertilizers for tobacco, Mr. William son gives his practical experience regarding the growing of tobacco plants, the setting and working of the plants, and other methods in connection with tobacco culture. An important part of the circular dis cusses the curing of the weed, the care of the product after curing, and some suggestions regarding grading and proper handling in connection with marketing to best advantage. In general the circular, which is ready for free distribution through county farm agents and the Divi sion of Publications at Clemson producing a better quality of to bacco to meet the market demand. XXX A rainbow trout tagged at Foxes Bridge, Michigan, on the little Manistee river, was caught in Wis consin, 140 miles awa£, exactly sixty days after it was tagged. txi The canning industry traces its history back to the time when Napoleon offered a prize of about $2,500 for a means of conserving food for his army. X The rock formations of .the ocean bottom are heavier than those erf mountains on land.