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Thursday, May 26, 1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER THR1 RUBY M. AYRES ELEVENTH INSTALMENT “You—offered—then?" Linda nodded. “Yes, arid I really |) A cried, passionately, and covering and then with a swift, confident her face with her hands sh2 began movement she clasped it round his to sob. neck. Rathbone sat very still, his head j “Oh—do you love me—after all?” wanted my freedom. At first I did i averted. He could see that Diana i she sobbed, her check agains* his. not, but afterwards—well, he is not was utterly overwrought and knew “Didn’t you know?” the only man in the world, and I that she must have received a sev- She shook her head, her soft hair am still fairly young and attrac- ere shock, but he saw it was not brushing his face. No . . . not af- tive. Anyway, Dennis refused. I yet the moment for him to speak, j_ter you went away . . . like ohat.” suppose it did not suit his plans. I assure you that he refused with outraged dignity.. It was a most amusing performance.” “He—refused,” Diana said again. She raised tragic eyes to Linda’s unconcerned face. ‘.‘Is that really the truth?” she asked painfully. ‘.‘Why should I trouble to lie about it?” No, Lirida would nc»t trouble to lie about it, Diana knew. Linda said with some feeling, “I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you. I’d hate to do that. I’ve been hurt myself so often and so much—” She broke off, turning, with swift welcome to greet a middle-aged gray-haired man who came through the swing doors, and Diana saw him take her hand, heard him say, “Well, my dear,” saw the look they exchanged, and knew that she was quite forgotten. CHAPTER XVI They went on into the restaurant and when they had gone Diana seemed to come to life. She must get away, that was her one panic- stricken thought. She must get away before Dennis came. She could never bear to meet him any more. t She would go back to the Crea ture—she would be safe with her. She thought of the little cottage and of her own room with almost passionate longing; not soon enough could she get away from Lqjfdon. She sat far back in a comer of the cab, terrified still lest some freak of Fate should bring her face “Men don’t care what becomes of any woman so long as they get what they want.” and presently she went on, almost | “I had to go ... It was all I could incoherent with her bitter sobbing: do for you.” “People don’t even love you hon- “And . . . now?” she breathed, estly . . . It’s not you they think she felt his arms tighten around abo^it at all . . . only themselves her for a moment, but he did not . . . . Men don’t care what becomes answer her whispered question, of any woman so long as they get and she repeated it, changing her what they want . . . We’re just here position a little, trying to see his . . . to be made use of . . .It isn’t! face, but he kept it hidden against love . . . it’s all a pretense .... her. just hateful . . . damned . . . beast- ] “My dear one . . . you know I am liness . . . You’re all the same ... not free.” not one of you worth a single tear she caught her breath. and yet we go on “We’re such fools our hearts . . die . . .” “Diana—for God’s sake . hoping breaking “You mean “Yes.” Rosalie?’ “It’s true . . . you know it’s true,” to face with Waterman. She only s jj e challenged him fiercely, breathed freely when she was safe- “Yourselves, only yourselves . . . ly at the railroad station. “What time is the next please?’* train, ‘One due now, miss—first stop ers that’s all you care about ... I don’t believe in you any more, ei-either . . . You’re the same as all the oth- Guildford. If you run you will just catch it.” Diana ran. Pier long skirts ham pered her, and she caught them up ’Her words were tom by her passionate sobbing. “You know I loved you ... I suppose you meant me to . . . and then you didn’t want me to tell you ... I suppose anyhow, with impatient Inelegance; iyou were atrald j should be a nuls _ she would die rather than miss that train. The guard had already blown his whistle, but a friendly porter dash ed forward and wrenched open a carriage door for her, assisting her with clumsy willingness. Someone shouted peremptorily, “Stand away there; stand away.” But Diana only laughed hysteri cally, as a man who was already seated in the carriage sprang to his leet and caught her tlrmly by her you lf I _ i{ rd and shoulders as she tripped oyer her and , lved with ha|f long frock and almost fell. He began to say, “That was a narrow shave—” then broke off to a dozen men ... as long as I didn’t worry you . . . any more . . . You think you’re , . . . righteous . . . pretended to be . . . speak her name in hoarse amaze- and all the tlme you were only )ust . tired of me ... I suppose you you’d had . . . enough—” “Diana!” Rathbone said again It was Donald Rath- ment. “Diana! bone. Diana collapsed onto the seat op posite him, breathless and ex hausted. She moved her head from side to side with a dull feeling of suffoca tion, and Rathbone said quickly: “How far have you been running? What is the matter, Diana?” .. . “Nothing.” She laughed harshly. tel1 he f i the trut h, and “Oh, nothing, except that once more I’ve discovered that life is on ly a rotten, beastly sham.” He let that pass, and she went on in quick, excited tones: “We’re always wrong about peo ple, no matter how well we think we know them. I’ll never believe in anyone again as long as I live. There was a long silence. Then wishing we could j she asked slowly as if she dreaded the answer and yet must know: “Who—who—is she?” She eould feel the heavy throb bing of his heart against her own. “She’s my . . . wife . . . Diana.” CHAPTER XVII Diana’s arm fell from Rathbone’s shoulder, and for a moment she lay quite still, her mind a blank, her body limp; then with a swift move ment she slipped from his arms, falling back helplessly onto the seat behind her. His wife! Such a possibility had never-crossed her mind. She never doubted the truth of what he had just said—Rathbone would never lie to her. His wife! Presently Rathbone touched her hand, rousing her. “This is our station, Diana.” She stood up obediently, folding her coat warmly around her. Hobson was on the platform. Rathbone spoke to him. “I’ll drive myself. Can you get a lift back?” “Yes, sir.” Presently they were alone again, driving through the quiet roads. Rathbone had not turned in the direction of the cottage, but Diana hardly noticed; she sat beside him, lost in a kind of stupor. Rosalie was his wife; that meant eternal separation; she could not find room for any other thought in her bewildered mind. Presently they were out in the country in a narrow road with trees overhead and hedges on either side; the lights of the car lamps threw each separate object into glaring relief before it swirled past them again into blackness. Diana had let the window down and the cool air, sweet from its flight over fields and valleys, blew on her tired face, reviving her a little. The quiet hum of the engine ance to you . . . You’d got one wo man on your hands . . . already . . . as much as you could manage . . . I suppose ... So you went away . . . didn’t even say good-bye . . . didn’t care . . . about me, or what happened to me.” “Diana!” She went on passionately, utter ly lost. “It’s true . . . you know it’s true it wouldn’t have mattered to brokenly With a swift movement he lean ed over and took both her wrists in his grasp, drawing her hands away from her convulsed face. He held them for a moment as if even yet he could not trust himself suf- then, with a smothered exclama tion he bent his face to her hands, holding them tightly there, closing his eyes against their softness, his lips pressed to their palms in pas sionate kisses. “Diana . . . Diana . . .” She was suddenly still, sobbing ^ no more; her eyes were on his She had been wrong about Linda downbent head, her breath coming j seemed to be saying the same thing too; somehow she had always res- in little gasps from between her to her over and over a g ain: , ,, . _ - V»«e vvri-fn pected Dennis’s wife and envied parted lips as if each one was a her poise and integrity even though separate pain . . . till at last he she had once so foolishly hated looked up. her, and now she had discovered For a long moment they held one that Linda was playing the same another’s gaze, not speaking, just game as the rest of the world, reading in each other’s hearts all meeting another man secretly, ly ing about it to her husband (not that that mattered!) in a fugitive chase after the elusive sham called Love which, even if you caught up with it, never gave you any real peace or satisfaction, but only turned to rend you, “111 never believe in anyone again as long as I live,” Diana of their sorrow and joy and pent- up love; then Rathbone leaned ov er and took her in his arms. He held her to him, all crumpled up as if she had been a child, till, after a long silence, during which neith er of them was conscious of any thing but each other’s nearness, she moved her arm a little, half furtively, as if she still feared him, She’s his wife . . . she’s his wife . . . she’s his wife,” till she felt that she must cry out in protest. Then Rathbone drew the car to the roadside and stopped. For a moment he sat silent at the wheel then he asked: “Will you believe what I am go ing to tell you, Diana?” She moved her head in listless assent. “Oh, yes.” His quiet voice was a little shak en as he went on: ' “First I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and soul COMFORT for COLICKY BABIES . . . THROUGH CASTORIA’S GENTLE REGULATION A* • 1 The best way to prevent colic, doctors say, is to avoid gas in stomach and bowels by keeping the entire intestinal tract open, free from waste. But remember this: a tiny baby’s tender little organs cannot stand harsh treatment. They must be gently urged. This is just the time Castoria can help most. Castoria, you know, is made specially for babies and children. It is a pure vegetable preparation, perfectly harmless. It contains no harsh drugs, no narcotics. For years it has helped mothers through trying times with colicky babies and children suffering with digestive upsets, colds and fever. Keep genuine Castoria on hand, with the name: CASTORIA How To Entertain Told In New Book Coca-Cola Offers WRITTEN BY IDA BAILEY ALLEN, FAMOUS AUTHORITY ON FOODS AND HOME ENTERTAINING FINE EXAMPLE OF ADVERTIS ING GIVING GENUINE SERVICE apd that I should count nyself the most . . . most blest among men if I could ask you to be my wife . . . but I can’t . . . I—” he stopped, con tinuing again with increasing diffi culty: “Then I want you to know about . . . Rosalie. I have never told any living soul but you—I shall never tell anyone else. It all hap pened so long ago—twelve years, soon after the war. She—she was the wife of a friend of mine— a decent fellow from a man’s point of view, but a man who should never have married ... He didn’t understand women or even try to . . . She wasn’t happy with him. I was a young man then, and she— she was kind enough to like me . . . I am not going to pretend to you that I was not attracted to her. I was.” (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.) VtflY 6t/MARY MARSHALL Skirts are still short for small girls, sleeves are abbreviated or missing entirely, so it is amazing to see what a very small amount of material may be turned into an at tractive frock. The sketch shows a new French model made of pastel toned crepe de chine trimmed with ruchings of ribbon. If you like you may use cotton mull instead of the silk crepe and shirred lace insertion in place of the ribbon. Whichever you use, ribbon or insertion, should be about one and one-half inches in width. The gathered skirt should be fairly full but not too full and the ribbon ruches should be one and one-half as long as the width of the skirt. As the sketch shows the ruching is put on in scal lops. The neck and sleeves are finished with a piping of material in matching or contrasting color, and the skirt is attached to the bodice in the same way. The on ly other trimming consists of a bow with ends of colored ribbon at tached at the waistline a little to the left of the center front. “When You Entertain—What to Do and How” is the title of a new book sponsored by Coca-Cola and offered for a small sum to cover the cost of handling and mailing. The author of the book is Ida Bailey Allen, international author ity cn foods and home entertaining and famous as a radio speaker on these subjects. Mrs. Allen was for merly home economics editor on Good Housekeeping, Pictorial Re view, and Woman’s World, and diet editor of Medical Review of Re views. The book contains 128 pages and is beautifully illustrated with pho tographs and drawings. It is an amazingly complete guide covering all occasions of home entertaining —dinners, luncheons, breakfasts, receptions, teas and all sorts of in formal entertainments. An exam ple of its scope and treatment is re vealed in a chapter Which describes how a hostess without a maid can serve a dinner without leaving the table. The book is indexed to serve as a quick reference book on home entertaining, though it is so entertaining in itself that most wo men will want to read it through once they get possession of a popy In a foreword Mrs. Allen tells how she came to write the booK, as follows: During the three years it has been my happy privilege to broadcast, almost daily, to the home-makers of America, hun dreds of thousands of letters have come in asking such ques tions as: Where are butter plates placed? When are fin ger-bowls used? Is colored lin en smart? And so forth, ad in finitum. It was so apparent that some way was needed to answer them othej: than by letter, that I finally decided to write a bock covering the essentials of en tertaining. At first I expected to bring it out through my publishers, but this would make it too expensive for many. I wanted to have wide distribu tion and help millions to make their entertaining gay and easy. , About that time I met an of ficer 6^ The Coca-Cola Com pany. An idea flashed through my mind. What more suitable way to bring out this book than under the sponsorship of Coca- . Cola, the great Beverage of American hospitality! Henry Duckett, of tfie Coca- Cola Bottling Company of Green wood, gives an interesting slant on why his company and its asso ciates in other cities have financed this sort of uriselfish advertising. “We have observed*,” he said, “that bottled Coca-Cola is being more and more generally svered in homes. Another thing that is of more or less recent development is the popularity of Coca-Cola with foods, particularly cheese in vari ous forms, ham and various things with a salty taste. We wanted to promote these ideas. We decided the best way to do it would be to offer women some genuine service in addition to Coca-Cola. And so we secured this book—as a sug gestion of how we want them to think of Coca-Cola. “The book is being advertised and offered all over the United States for 10 cents. All requests for it must be mailed to The Coca- Cola Bottling Company, Atlanta, Ga. We are asking everybody to write to Atlanta for it, because only in this way could the great volume of mail be efficiently handled. You see we expect to distribute many hundreds of thousands of copies of the book. Of course I personally am interested in having every wo man in this section to get a copy at such a nominal price.” • X Embassy Hostess 1 Mrs. David Bruce, daughter of j Ambassador Andrew Mellon, will be 1 the official hostess of the American ; Embassy in London. * -1X1- x NEW* Demonstration Forests To encourage reforestation of lands in Tennessee the State for ester is offering lots of 1,000 trees free to farmers who will plant and maintain demonstration forest plantings adjoining important highways, reports the United States Forest Service. Official representative of the 1-H club girls of the nation will be the honor accorded Dorothy Strunk. Rice county 4-H club leader and sophomore at Macalester college In St. Paul. Minnesota. was asked to name a club girl as representative of the national group at the bien nial national convention of the General Federation of Women’s Clubs in Seattle, June 11, and the state 4-H club department, under the direction of T. A. Erickson, chose Miss Strunk. Miss Strunk is, 19 years old. She has been a 4-H club member for four years having taken the cloth ing project for three years, the room furnishing project for one year, home beautification for three years, canning for three years, and leadership work for one year. She has taken part in ,team demonstra tion work during the entire four years of her club experience. In 1929 her team won second place in home beautification demonstra tions at the state fair. In. 193<T and 1931 her team represented Rice county at the state fair in the can ning project where it won . the grand championship in 1931. She has curried out some very in teresting work as a club member. In the home beautification work she landscaped her home place and this plan is gradually being car ried out by her family. One of the special features of her home beau tification work is the building of a rock garden. In her canning work she has canned a total of 400 jars of various products. She was a member of a commit tee representing six 4-H clubs in the neighboring community of Northfield which conducted enter tainments and raised a total of $300 towards a fund for a 4-H club building on the county fair grounds. . . She is a member of the Happy Hustlers Club which has a mem bership of something like 40. She was president of this club for two years and was a junior leader the last year. Dorothy is a graduate of ' the Northfield High School and is now a student at Macalester College where she is working her way thru by assisting in a home of the com- munitv. •' - Miss Strunk will accompany Mrs. John J. Louis, presiderit of the Minnesota Federation, when she leaves for Seattle and will be the official representative of junior clubs affiliated with the state fed eration. Miss Strunk’s subject will be in substance, “What the Federation Holds Out to the 4-H Girl.”k^