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Thursday, April 14, 1932 McCOKMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER THREg RUBY M. AYRES FIFTH INSTALMENT At twenty-two the only thing Diana really desired was another Gladwyn and tell her I must give up the case. I have dozens of really sick people on my hands without wasting valuable time on one who could soon be well and strong if she wished. Do you understand?” She said with trembling lips: “You are not very kind. I shall die if you give me up.” “Very well, then, there is to be no more nonsense.” “No,” she whispered. “And you will go to sleep and be lieve that everything will come right in the end. ' It so often does, you know.” “Not for me.” “Well, we shall see.” He bent over her, feeling her pulse once mpre. Her eyes had closed as if woman’s husband. A nervous wreck *rom the excitement and strain of «4>ndon’s gay life, she is taken by her aunt, Mrs. Gladwyn, to a fam ous specialist’s office. The phy sician orders her to the country to take a long rest. She rebels, but the doctor is handsome and sym pathetic. She learns that he is not the great-man himself but an as sistant, Dr. Rathbone. “God made the country and man made the town,” he tells her, and she agrees to go to a rural retreat. Before she leaves she goes to Dennis Waterman’s flat, where they are surprised by Linda, Den nis’s wife, who takes the situation quite calmly. “I suppose she wants you to marry her?” she asks Den nis. At the night club where she goes with Dennis, Diana collapses. She the lids were too heavy to control, - regains consciousness in a lit* 16 nnd he waited for a moment, a supper,” Miss Starling said practi- country cottage, with a nurse, Miss , , , Starling, bending over her. Dr. J gleam of anxiety m his ey-s, but Gaily. Rathbone’r home was close by, Miss s he did not stir, and he went quiet- Starling told her. _ . „ , ly from the room. aunt w r ants to take me then she said, “I wonder he has never married.” “We can’t all marry, and it isn’t the only thing in life.” “It must be lonely for him.” “I think he is too busy a man to trouble about loneliness.” “All.the same,” Diana said ob stinately, “I wonder some woman hasn’t managed to catch him.” “To catch him? What do you mean?” “Marry him. I suppose he’s quite rich.” “Hasn’t he got a sister, or a niece, or anyone who ever stays with him?” Diana persisted. “I have never tried to discover. It is not my business.” “I think you must try and get a little nap before you have your After three weeks Dennis Water man callr. He tells her he will have to go away, and his manner, as he leaves her, suggests that his love is waning. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER VII And then Miss Starling came home, and, scared half out of her wits, Jenny told her part of the truth—that there had been a gentleman to see Miss Diana, and that ever since he went away she had been like this, crying and sob bing, and would not be quiet. “I told you nobody was to be al lowed in,” the Creature said in cold dnger. “However, the mischief is done. Stop howling and go over to Dr. Rathbone’s. If he is not there, and I am sure he will not be v leave a message and ask him to come over as soon as possible. . . . Stop howling, do you hear?” Jenny fled, with the sound of Diana’s bitter sobbing singing in her ears like the cry of a lost soul. “Dennis . . . Dennis . . . Dennis ff • • • It was late before Rathbone came over to the cottage. He walked into Diana’s room and stood looking down at her. She was lying on her back, one thin arm flung onto the pillow above her head, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Rathbone spoke her name in a quiet voice, and her gaze wandered down to the level of his face and rested Yhere. “Well,” he said with a smile, “and what have you been doing to your- celf?” “Nothing,” she said stonily. “It’s what people do to me.” “Oh, it’s like that, is it?” He sat down beside her and took her hand—her pulse was. terribly weak. After a moment he laid it gently down on the quilt. “Have you been asleep?” “I had a draught* I didn’t want it, but she made me.” She shot a look of bitter enmity at the Crea ture. “That was quite right,” Rath bone said. He spoke to the Creature. “I will come down in a moment,” he said, dismissing her. She went away, and Rathbone stood looking at Diana. He had merely tried to rouse her when he had suggested that per haps she was not worth saving. He understood her well enough to know how her pride and interest would be stung, but now, as he looked at her deathly face and ob stinately closed lips, he wondered. He said quietly, “Open your eyes, please, and listen to what I have to say.” To his surprise she obeyed at once. “If you are going to lecture me »» s he began, and he interrupted ruthlessly: “That is exactly what I am go ing to do. If you had obeyed my orders and behaved like a sensible girl instead of like a silly, wilful child, by this time you would have been well on the road to recovery, but as it is, by your folly this after noon yoif have put yourself back considerably, and believe me—no man in this world is worth it.” She said breathlessly: “You don’t know anything about it.” “And I don’t .wish to,” he said. “But I give you warning now that unless you give me your word that in future you will do exactly as I nave told you I shall write to Mrs. My aunt w'ants to take me to Aix,” Diana told Miss Starling the next morning, as soon as she had opened a letter that had arrived by th3 early post. The Creature raised her brows. “Oh, indeed. We must see what Dr. Rathbone has to say about that.” “He’s said it already: he said I. wasn’t fit for the.journey. I hate Aix, anyway; people there think of nothing but illness. We went once last year, I think it was. I was bored to death.” The Creature smiled. ' “I have yet to hear you say that you have thoroughly enjoyed your self anywhere,” she said. Diana considered the point. “Well, I don’t know that I ever have,” she admitted. “You look for ward to a thing, and then when it was Di- “I can’t sleep to order, ana’s fretful reply. “You can try,” the Creature in sisted. “And if Dr. Rathbone comes, wake me—even if I am asleep,” was Diana’s parting shot. It would be so like the Creature to insist that she was not to be disturbed. But Rathbone did not come, though Diana lay awake for a long time listening for the sound of his car down the lane. He always sounded the horn when he turned from the main road, and she had grown to know and recognize it. CHAPTER VIII The doctor came on the Saturday afternoon in the middle of a thun- .lerstorm. Diana had been busy thinking about Dennis, who had cabled that he had arrived in New York. She was torn with her emotions at knowing he was with Linda. house. He turned sharply away and stood for a moment staring out at *he pouring rain, his big shoulders almost blocking out the window. Then he said, in a matter-of-fact voice: “I think you might get up tomor row and have your lunch down stairs. You must be tired of this room. A change will do you good if you don’t overdo it.” He turn ed round again. “By the way, any visitors this week?” “No.” In spite of herself, Diana felt she was flushing. She thought that what he really wished to dis cover was whether Dennis had qeen again. She said a trifle impati ently, “I don’t think people are very fond of visiting you when you’re ill.” “You can have anyone you like now, if they don’t stay too long,” he told her. “It would cheer you up to see some of your ::riends.” “What friends?” she asked wear- ily. “You must have dozens.” She shrugged her slim shoulders. “Nobody I really care about—no girls, at least.” “A man, then,” he suggested haif jokingly. Diana was plucking the quilt to gether with nervous fingers. She was- quite sure now that he was trying to discover something about Dennis, and with sudden bravado she lifted her head and looked at him.” “He is in America.” He?” It was with ehargrin that Diana realized that Rathbone had forgotten all about Waterman and that he was genuinely mystified to know to whom she referred. She said defiantly, “The man who came here—before I was so ill again.” ' y “Oh ... I see. Then perhaps it is as well he is in America,” he said significantly. The tone of his voice angered her; he was treating her like a child. “I shall never love anyone else,” she said, her voice taking a higher pitch of excitement. “No matter what anyone says.” She paused breathlessly, but he made no com ment, and she went on in the same way: “Aunt Gladwyn says it’s in decent to love a married man; she says the modem girl is indecent. I suppose you think so too.” He ignored the last words. He said gravely: “The fact that a man is married cannot prevent a woman from lov ing him, but it should prevent her —prevent them both—from behav ing foolishly.” (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.) James McComb Of Troy Elected “Y” Pres. At Citadel If bciby has COLIC A CHY in the night. Colic! No cause for alarm if Castoria is handy. This pure vegetable preparation brings quick comfort, and can never hann. It is the sensible thing when children are ailing. Whether it’s the stomach, or the little bowels; colic or constipation; or diarrhea. When tiny tongues are coated, or the breath is bad. Whenever there’s need of gfcntle regulation. Chil dren love the taste of Castoria, and its mildness makes it safe for frequent use. And a more liberal do3e of Castoria is always better for growing children than strong medicine meant only for adult use. rfARr i ‘•mat was Dr. Rathbone’s car . . . There was a womaiTm it.” comes it’s disappointing.” The noise of the thunder had “Half the pleasure of life is in drowned the little sounds of Rath- looking forward to things,” Miss bone’s arrival, and when he spoke Starling said, carefully folding one to her she looked up, her face of Diana’s silken garments. drenched in tears. “What do you look forward to?” “Oh . . . Dr. Rathbone ...” Diana asked. “Some day I hope to go to Nor mandy, but it’s more than I can af ford at present.” “How much would it cost?” Miss Starling hesitated. “I should think every penny of twenty pounds,” she said at last. “That would be if I stayed a fort night, of course.” She would have been less pleased to see an angel from heaven. In her eagerness she threw the bed coverings from her and sprang up to greet him. “Oh, I’m so glad you’ve come.” He laughed and took her hand. “Glad! Do you always cry when- you're glad?'' ne saio. He strode across the room and pulled the Twenty pounds! Not so much window down. The rain was com as Diana often gave for one of her ing in and had made a little pool on the floor. frocks. “Why Normandy?” she asked. “Italy is much more beautiful.” “Normandy has associations for me,” the Creature said quietly. “I have never been there, but a great “And what were the tears for? friend of mine who died is buried asked “Get back to bed and cover yourself up,” he ordered. “You’ll take cold.” He looked at her whimsically. ” he there, and I have always promised myself that some day I will go and see his grave.” “Oh—the man you told me about?” “Yes, the man I told you about.” “How did he die?” “He was drowned, saving the life of a little boy.” ‘That was brave of him.” ‘He was brave—the bravest man I ever knew.” There was a little silence. “That’s the kind of thing Dr. Rathbone would do,” Diana said thoughtfully. She felt a little sur prised that the Creature should prove to be so human. “Give his life for somebody, I mean.” “Dr. Rathbone won the Military Cross in the war,” Miss Starling said unemotionally. Diana was silent for a moment; She brushed them away with her bare hands as a child might have done. “I think I was miserable. I thought you were never coming again. It seems so long since I saw you.” e “Yes,” he agreed. “It does seem a long time.” Then they were both silent for a moment, looking at one another. “Why haven’t you been all the week?” •/ “For one thing, I’ve been busy and for another, I thought you could do without me.” “Well,” Diana said impulsively, “now you know I can’t—and that’s all about it.” * Then again they were silent, looking steadily at one another, while the thunder rolled overhead shaking the stout walls of the little ■U NANCY HAW Grapefruit Salad Dressing— 1 cup salad oil, 1-3 cup grape fruit juice, 3-4 teaspoon salt, dash of pepper, 1-2 teaspoon sugar. Mix all ingredients and shake in a cov ered bottle until thick. The taste and character of such flavorings as lemon, almpnd, or ange, are accented and heightened when combined with a few drops of vanilla. Frozen Custard— Four eggs, one pint of cream, one pint of milk, half pound of sugar, two ounces of chocolate. Put the milk over the fire in a -double boil er; add the chocolate, grated. Beat the eggs and sugar together until light, add them to the hot milk, cook one minute, take from the fire, add the cream, and a teaspoon of vanilla. When cold, freeze. This makes a frozen custard. Cranberry Juice Cocktail— 3 cups water. 1 cup cranberries. 3-4 cup sugar. Pick over and wash cranberries. Add water. Let cranberries cook until they burst, then strain. Next bring juice to boiling point, add sugar, and cook two minutes long er. Then chill and severe ice cold in beverage glasses. Fig Pudding— Soak two and a quarter cuds of breadcrumbs in a third of a cup of milk. Chop a cup of figs and a half cup of suet together, add three well beaten eggs, a cup of brown sugar and the softened bread crumbs, with a half teaspoon of salt. Steam in a buttered mould for three and three-quarters hours. Serve with hard sauce, lemon sauce or egg sauce. Eleven year old Vernon Ullman had a big problem before him. He wanted to be a 4-H club member. Wanted a nice big Holstein calf. Wanted to be a regular dairyman some day. But he was only “ a kid.” How could he hope to see it come true. Six years later he is at the state fair at Brookings, South Dakota, not far from where he lives. He has made great strides in his club work toward the great hope of “be ing someone” some day. He is yet only 16. In the stalls of the dairy cattle barn are some of his calves grown up into fine cows and heif ers: When the show of his breed— those big growthly black, and white cattle called Holsteins, and which are pronounced as if the last sylable was spelled “stine”—was all finished and the ribbons counted this Ullman lad had a dandy col lection. The three fine heifers he showed had won first in the special class of state owned cattle, and in the 4-H club classes they won sec ond, fourth and sixth. All three of the heifers which helped Vernon to make the fine winning were daughters of the calf which he started out with as his first project back in 1926 when he was 11 y^ars old. So Vernon had really achieved more than merely showing and winning. He had raised the three animals from ba byhood and they were something of his own creation. And at home he had 5 more—a nice little herd of 8 head. Vernon lived on a farm and helped as much as he could and go to town school and look after his herd and take a hand in various young people’s and community af fairs. He took part in a commun ity play, made talks, was president and also secretary of the Young Citizen’s League, secretary of the Future Farmers of America local society, took part in musical af fairs, and all that. But most of his interest was in 4-H club work. He was secretary and president of his own club, the Blue Ribbon Club, was organizer and leader of a pig club, was member of the 1931 dairy judging team of his county, and won a trip to the National Dairy Show. In 1928 he was member of the state champion dairy demonstra tion team. And all the time he was looking after his calves and heifers and helping his father care for the dairy herd. And he also grew sev en acres of corn last season. Then he entered in a national scholar ship contest supervised by The National Committee on Boys and Girls Club Work, in which 100 scholarships valued at $500 in cash were offered. Vernon won, of course. He had learned to win. X A machine which cleans eggs by sandblast has been perfected. James L. McComb, Jr., of Troy, son of Mr. and Mrs. J. L. McComb, Sr., has recently been elected president of the Y. M. C. A. at the Citadel according to- the fol lowing article from the “Bulldog” The Citadel college papery The annual election of officers for the Citadel branch of the Y. M. C. A. for the year 1932-33, was held after chapel on Sunday, March 20th. McComb was elected presi dent, and Moffatt, vice-president; Hale, recorder and Barnett, treas urer. Immediately after a splendid, short, and very pointed talk by David J. Purser, Jr., pastor of the Citadel Square Baptist church, J. S„ Dukes, Y-President, took charge of the business session. In a few words he explained the purpose of the meeting. Mr. Leland then of fered a short prayer. Finally, bal lots, were distributed by the com pany commanders. These ballots had been made out previous to the meeting by a committee of seniors. This committee nominated a con venient number of candidates for each office and the corps was ask ed to vote on these men. Juniors were nominated for president and vice-president, sophomore for re corder and freshmen for treasurer. The election of Y-Officers is al ways one of the most important events at The Citadel. The men selected at this election have, per haps, more real responsibility and hard work attached to the honor of election dian successful candi dates for almost any other honors in school. The members of the corps need not to look far to find the benefits derived from the la bors of these men. Perhaps the most important of these is the work done in the postoffice. It takes much time and a great deal of pat ience to stand at the Y window and answer the many absurd and often unreasonable questions that Cita del cadets can ask. McComb has been on the Y cab inet for two years, having been re*- corder for the past year, and the corps is confident of a successful year under his leadership in Y •activities. Moffatt has served on the cabinet as chairman of the committee in charge of Bible study for the past year. Sam Hale has been Y treasurer for 1931-32 and should continue to be a val uable man to the cadet corps in his new capacity. Barnett whose home is in Greenville, S. C., start ed The Citadel with honors as a scholarship winner, and seems well deserving of his election as treasurer. All these men have the interests of the Corps and the spirit of the Y. M. C. A. in their hearts and should come up to the high things expected of them. THE PASSING OF MARCH (By Robert Burns Wilson) The braggart March stood in the season’s door With his broad shoulders block ing up the way, Shaking the snow-flakes from the cloak he wore, And from the fringes of his kirtle gray.* Near by him April stood with tear ful face. With violets in her hands, and in her hair Pale, wild anemones; the fragrant lace Half-parted from her breast, which seemed like fair Dawn-tinted mountain snow, smooth-drifted there. She on the bluster’s arm laid one white hand, But he would none of her soft blandishment. Yet did she plead with tears none might withstand, For even the fiercest hearts at last relent. And he, at last, in ruffian tender ness, • With one swift, crushing kiss her lips did greet. Ah, pobr starved heart!—for that one rude caress, She cast her violets underneath his feet.