McCormick messenger. (McCormick, S.C.) 1902-current, May 26, 1932, Image 3
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
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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,
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But remember this: a tiny baby’s
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Castoria can help most. Castoria,
you know, is made specially for babies
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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. *
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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^