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Thursday, June 2, 1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE NUMBER THR1 ^RUBY M. AYRES ms . . . how I . . . when Nero hurt “I love you so terribly,” Rathbone you, and afterwards, when you . , . said, but it was no answer to her when you asked me to tell you not question. TWELFTH INSTALMENT / —Diana, a youns English girl, in a®npe with Dennis Waterman, a mar- to g 0 away w ith Waterman I could Diana put up her hand and gent- ^e m aSd U is d |en°t eS t. a the V c“untey have borne it for myself, but to ly touched his face, to recuperate under the care of Dr. know you were unhappy—perplex- ‘‘Donald? Donald Rathbone, who lives ne £r € d . . . that you didn’t understand j “Yes, my heart?” jmds 0 her g seir h flmn S g e in ta iove with why I should seem so . . . unkind She caught her breath on a half the doctor, but still trying to hold ...” sob. Dennis’ affection:. Linda, Dennis’, ' CHAPTER XVIII “How lovely,” wile, tells her that she offered Den nis a divorce but he would not ac cent it; he would have felt com pelled to marry Diana. Diana’s love for Doctor Rathbone is tem- jpered by jealousy of a woman nam- 'ed Rosalie, who lives in the doctor’s ln>use. At last Rathbone finds of tune > that he is deeply in love with Diana, but he confesses to her that iy- Rosalie is his wife. Diana closed her eyes she whispered. He stopped speaking, and Diana “Nobody has ever said a thing like said faintly: that to me before.” “You mean that . . . she—Rosa- “Like what, Diana?” lie ” j “ ‘ My heart’—isn’t that what Like sweet bells jangled—out you called me?” Rathbone quoted grim- “You are my heart.” ! She leaned her check against his shoulder, and his arm tightened a .NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ' There was a little silence; then little, drawing her closer to him. “I was terribly sorry for her, too, she said again: 'and perhaps—flattered that she ! “Perhaps—some day—when we’re Should think anything of me, but I both quitd old—I shall wonder . . . did not love hfcr, Diana, and we if you have forgotten me. Do you were just friends until . . . until I think you will, Donald? an appointment abroad. When | “I shall never cease to think of I told her about it she . . . it was you—and love you.” the first time anything really def-| “But you’ll send me away from you. You’re such a child,” he said with emotion. She shook her head. “I’m not—not any more. I think I grew up all in a moment, just now, when you kissed me.” “I ought not to have kissed you all the same. I know that’s said inite was spoken between us. Per txaps I wasn’t very brave, or per- what you mean to do,” she traps I didn’t really care for her with a cry of pain, sufficiently well, but I tried to “What else is there for me to do, show her how impossible it was— Diana?” tthat I could not . . . There is no | “I could see need to tell you every detail, and couldn’t I? . . «God knows I am not blaming her you didn’t want to—but just . . . any more than I blame myself, but sometimes! ... I wouldn’t care without my knowledge she told her what people said if you didn’t. I’ll Imsband that she cared for me, and she asked him to divorce her . . . He refused. I have often wonder ed why, seeing how he had always neglected her . . . Then, after a short time, she left him. Diana—if you knew how hard it is for me to Kell you this—” He broke off agitatedly, but Di ana did not speak, and after a moment he went on again: “In the end ... in the end . . I • agreed to take her away. We thought it would force her husband to divorce her . . . She *was so dif ferent in those days, gay and reck less, never counting the cost of j .anything—only living for the mom- ; . . . Then—the night before we were to have gone she was nearly killed in a motor accident. She was driving her own car, and she was alone . . . She was unconscious for days, and when she recovered ... she was as she is now—like a - child. She recognized me, as she .latill recognizes me, but only as an . affectionate child might, and that 1 is all. The rest, everything that has happened in her life, is gone from her. . “I paid a visit to see her hus- iband—she had nobody else who •could have looked after her—and I remember that he laughed in my face. He was a much older man than I, and he said to me, ‘Well, you've begun to pay already, Rath- hone, and you’ll go on paying for the rest of your life ... It seems She laughed at that; she felt that at all costs she must not al low too great a sadness to come between them. “Why not?” she asked. “Why you sometime^— not—if you love me?” Not very often if She turned round, lifting her face to his, “Kiss me again, Donald.” But he would not. “We’ve got to face facts, Diana. We’ve got to realize that we can’t do anything—anything you want me to do, if only it doesn’t mean I go on meeting—like this. I’m not shall never see you any more. . . made of stone. We’ve got to make We could just go on—being up our minds that the only possible friends.” thing is to say good-bye.” “Do you think we could on being friends, Diana?” She struggled for words in which she could best express herself, sems to me that it wouldn’t such a great—wickedness if and I lived together, even if just go She gave a little cry. “Don’t do that, Diana. Don’t cry, for God’s sake ... I can’t stand it. I’m to blame for all this—I ought never to have done what I did to night. . . You were right when you told me that I only just pretend P? ii : i ■MS*- m?. iy back through the quiet lanes. They were at the cottage gate now, and Rathbone stopped the engine. Diana moistened her dry lips. “I suppose this is—good-bye?” she said faintly. “Let us say good-night instead, Diana,” Rathbone answered hoarsely. “In my heart you know I can nevei* say good-bye to you.” She said with a sob: “I don’t want to be only in your heart. I want to be with you in real life. I want to feel your arms round ne —to kiss you.” He did not move for a moment; then, almost roughly, he took her in his arms again, holding her sil ently, not speaking at all, just holding her, till after a long time he turned her face up to his. He kissed her many times—on her eyes, her throat, her hair, and then once again on her lips, before, very gently, he put her away. She stood besides him at the gate, unable to speak, shaken to the depths of her being, her eyes raised to him in mute appeal; then suddenly she turned and fled up the little garden, sobbing as if her heart would break. CHAPTER XIX The following morning there was another letter from Mrs. Gladwyn telling Diana to get ready to re turn to London on Wednesday. “Wednesday! That is very soon,” the Creature said. “I shall miss you.” “I shall miss you too,” she said quietly. “But I suppose I shall have to go.” •“By the way,” she said as she left the table, “I can’t find the frock you wore when you went away yesterday.” “No.” Diana kept her eyes low ered. “I changed at my aunt’s house and left it there. It doesn’t matter.” It gave her a queer little feeling to realize that in all probability her carelessly packed suitcase was now in Dennis Waterman’s possession, because. of course he would have sent for it as they had arranged. “And what are you going to do today?” Miss Starling asked. “I think it’s going to be fine, by the look of it.” Diana glanced towards the win dow. / “I think Mr. Waterman will be coming presently,” she said. Miss Starling said, “Oh—I see.” CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) O NEW 1X1- Medals of honor for county prizes, watches for state winners, educational trips to the National 4-H Club Congress in Chicago and three college scholarships are the attractive awards for 4-H Club girls being offered in a newly inaugur ated National 4-H Club Canning Achievement Contest announced by the National Committee on Boys and Girls Club Work. Bonafide 4-H Club girls enrolled in canning clubs under the super vision of the state extension serv ice during 1932 are eligible to com pete for these awards being offered by the Kerr Glass Manufacturing Corp., Sand Springs, Oklahoma in recognition of outstanding accomp lishments in canning club enter- prizes. The project records and the general club records of contestants will be the basis on which awards will be made. A committee of three or more state club leaders will judge the records of the state winners and will select eight sectional winners, two girls from each of the four extension sections of the United States who will receive educational trips to the Eleventh National 4-H Club Congress in Chicago during the same week as the International Live Stock Exposition. Three na tional winners will be selected from these trip winners and will be awarded $300, $200 and $100 college scholarships in the order of their rank. X MARY MARSHALL The little pinafore frock shown in the sketch is of dotted calico, trim med with a bias binding of plain material to match the dots. The sunbonnet appliques are made of this same material cut out accord ing to the diagram shown below the sketch of the pinafore. If you want quite small appliques all you have to do is to cut out this design and use it as a pattern. For larger appliques you will have no trouble in making a somewhat larg- SCHOLARSHIP AND ENTRANCE EXAMINATION The examination for the award of vacant scholarships in Winthrop College will be held at every Coun ty Courthouse in the State on Wed nesday, June 29th at 9 a. m. This examination will be held whether there are vacant scholarships or not, as vacancies may occur after the examination. Applicants ::or scholarship should write to Presi dent Kinard before the Examina tion for blanks. Scholarships are worth $100.00 and free tuition. Applicants for admission to Win throp College, who do not hold State High School diplomas, may stand entrance examination at ev ery County Courthouse in the State on Wednesday, June 29th and Thursday, June 30th at 9 a. m. Applicants for both examinations must be not less than sixteen years of age. For further information and cat alog, also for information concern ing Summer School, address Presi dent James P. Kinard, Rock Hill, S. C. She turned ’round, lifting her face to his. “Kiss me, Donald.” can never be married. Don’t think all the wrong things about me for saying that. I know quite well righteousness.” He took his arm away from her, and with a great effort she checked her tears, though she sat forlorn MY+IOME m YOURS toyBERTHAfDSON LAY Black Currant Tea An old time recipe recommends black currants to alleviate hoarse ness, and if if,is as appetizing as it is helpful it surely is worth trying. As a summer drink served with ice it is also most desirable. 2 dessertsspoonfuls of black cur rant jam. 1 pint of water. 2 teaspoonsfuls of sugar. 1-2 lemon. Put jam, water and suj^fr in a saucepan and bring to the boiling point and allow to simmer for five or six minutes. Strain, add the lemon juice and serve,—hot for hoarseness, or cold as a beverage. It is well to remember that while children should have exercise, it should be diversified. Children tak en on a long walk will tire soon, but allowed to play, they will nat urally run, jump, walk, skip, use the arms as well as the legs, climb up on elevations, using every muscle. Because this does develop every muscle it is to be encouraged. Games, dancing, each have their place, but no one exercise should be continued for a long time. what I’m saying. It wouldn’t be like going away with Dennis—that and shivering without the shelter was just a sort of bravado—defi- of his close embrace, that he was right ... I brought her a nce—to try and forget you.» I’d Then Rathbone said heavily: down here to my house, and Mrs. made up my mind to drink lots of “I must take you home.” champagne tonight just so I should ’ She was silent for a momnet; Farmer came to look after her. Two .years later her husband died not care, but if it had been you and I married her, Diana. You see i love you just as well every min d’d always promised her that if she j u t e of the day as I do now. I was ever free I would. I gave my shouldn’t care if you never kissed word, and I felt that I must keep ’ me or made love to me at all, if I at. There was always a thought CO uld just be with you. .at the back of my mind that per haps some day she might get bet ter—and know! I didn’t tell any body—it wasn’t anybody else’s business, so she’s still always ‘Miss Sosalie’ to Mrs. Farmer and Hob- .son—and to the rest of the house hold. But she is my wife, Diana, though I—we—we’ve never together as man and wife. “That’s all . . . Perhaps I was stupidly quixotic, but I was—fond of her, and besides ... I had giv- ■en my word. She’s like a gentle affectionate child—always happy —asking nothing except that peo ple are kind to her. She made very little difference to my life one way or the other till—till I met you, and then I realized what I had done. . . . Even then I thought it then she broke out: “If I’m never going to see you any more—” “I didn’t say that, Diana.” “But you mean it, I know it’s I’ve been what you mean,” she told him des- so silly. You said once that you i pairingly. She broke off to ask didn’t believe I’d ever met real love, breathlessly after a moment: “I you understand that, too?” wonder what you think is to be- “I hadn’t till you came. I must come of me?” have been waiting for you. Can She would go back to London, “You make me very humble, Di- I she thought, tearfully, she would ana.” • pay visits, and laugh and flirt, and She leant forward a little, trying stay up late, and get sick and weary and bored once again, with no hope of anything better to come. She said with a last effort: “If you would only promise me I Wash lettuce ^.s soon as it comes into the house, place in a tin pail, place the cover on and put directly on ice. When one is ready for the salad, the lettuce is clean and crisp, and the “putting together” of the salad a question of seconds. The habit of opening the kitchen windows frequently to air the kit chen is an excellent one, for fresh air has a bracing effect on the kit chen worker, and at the end of the day she will find that she is less ) tired than oh days when the kit chen has not had the airings. Damp air is better than no air. So don’t mind the rain. IXI Sandwiches For The Summer Luncheon lived to see his face. “And—will you?” she asked. “Will I what, my dear?” “Let me live with you?” Rathbone turned suddenly, groping for her through the dim . ^^ ^ light and taking her to him with _ ^ _ the strength of despair. “Let me kiss you—let me kiss you.” She put her arms around him, and their lips met and clung to- only meant that I should be the gather in a first kiss that seemed f . talked to one to go on-suffeidhg. You ^ if it could never end; Diana otten .seemed so much younger than i c° ul(i not think, could not reason; feel—I never imagined you might she was onl y conscious of , h n rp_vmi won’t lot . , . nn«;«?ionatp iov hp brought her and beautiiul chance you won t let me —might grow to care for me, and passionate joy ne orougm ner, auu „ . i n 4- 1 r» of V> <-» lr*+ V> Ckr* rrr\ oHo Qclf— LclivC It. when I realized that perhaps— that some day I should sec you again—and be with you. Can’t I have anything to hope fc you want to be with me too?’ “Every moment of all my life.” She said, with a touch of her old obstinacy: “If you really meant that, you wouldn’t send me away. You’ve me about being happy. “Now I’ve got the chance—a oeneral This monument to General George ‘ A. Custer, famous Indian fighter whose whole command was killed in the massacre of the Little Big Horn in 1876, is to he unveiled on June 22 at the general’s birthplace, New Rumley, Ohio. Terraces Save Soil \ r J A—, that •quite unconsciously—you . . . had, I tried my best—a poor best, I can .see now—to keep you from realiz ing the truth. I clpn’t think you .will ever know what it meant to when at last he let her go, she ask ed with a sob: “And can you kiss me like that and still want to send me away?” For already she had realized the hopelessness of her appeal. She was silent for a long mom ent; then she said wearily: “Please take me home now.” Rathbone started the car with out another word and drove silent- Thirty-five times as much soil was washed from unterraced land as from terraced areas, according to actual measurements at the Fed eral soil erosion experiment station at Guthrie, Okla. In 1931 an un terraced area planted to cover crop of rye and followed by cowpeas and later by winter wheat lost 43.9 tons of soil per acre as compared with 1.25 tons an acre from a level-ter- raced area of the same slope plant ed to oats and followed by cowpeas, and later by winter wheat. er pattern. Be sure to allow a fraction of an inch of material at the edge of the applique, as indi cated by the dotted line. Baste this neatly under and then press with an iron, so that the applique is per fectly flat and smooth when you baste it into position. It should be applied to the foundation ma terial by means of fine blind stit ches, and the lines indicating the collar, sash and skirt gathers should be done in fine outlining stitches. txt The world’s oldest turquoise mines are in the Sinai peninsula. A sandwich, hearty and at the same time dainty, served with iced tea, chocolate, or coffee, makes an ideal summer luncheon. These luncheon sandwich suggestions are made by Inez S. Willson, home economist. The first one is called Luncheon Sandwich. Luncheon Sandwich Place 2 sheas of buttered rye bread on lettuce leaves on a plate. Over the slices of bread place a layer of finely shredded cabbage which has been mixed with may onnaise. Then place a slice of cold boiled ham on one piece of bread and a slice of American, cheese on the other. Garnish with a slice or two of hard-cooked egg and tomatoes cut in quarters. Serve an olive and small pickle on the side. A plate such as this is pre pared for each person. A variety of small sandwiches, say three or four kinds arranged on a lettuce garnished plate, either one large platter or individual plate, may be served instead of just one kind. The little open- faced sandwiches spread with a paste made of minced meat moist ened with mayonnaise; with cream cheese, with marmalade or jelly, make a nice assortment.