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\ i Thursday, June 9, 1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA PAGE DEM LRUBY M. AYRES : . 7SS toibteenth instalment a young English girl, in ly to his face, and she turned her very busy, I want to impress upon eyes away. you to take great care of yourself , _ Mt> 0 , __ she felt sick and ashamed; not and not to overtax your strength. Sovo with Dennis Waterman, a mar- f or ^gj. own sa k e , but for his. She I am afraid this will read rather ^se^and^senT to thcTcoiintry had once thought this man so like a homily, but you must put it *• recuperate under the care of Dr. splendid; there had been a time down to my poor powers of ex- ®|^ Da4, *** a *hb one , who lives n ®‘*’ r when she would have given him pression rather than to any other ffmds^SSIeir^lmng e in ta iove with everything she oossessed—body and cause. I want you always to look the d»dor, but still trying to hold soul—and it hurt her unspeakably on the bright side and believe that Hi«r ri,> | 5 « s ^ ection: * Ijinda > Dennis’ to ^now that he was so unworthy life is very largely what we choose smVd£orc e e r butVe* 1 wSuld^nofl?- —even of her! she told herself to make it, in spite of disappoint- ‘‘ep* It; he- would have felt com- whimsically. ments and sacrifices. I am preach- lUHFf *’° T . marr y Diana. Diana’s After a moment she looked at ing to myself as much as to you, pered by jealoSsy^f^^oman nam- him again; in the last few minutes seeing that we both have to learn “rd Rosalie, who lives in the doctor’s he seemed :'n some unaccountable our lessons in the same hard * 1 K a *' t L .A* las t Rathbone finds way to have lost stature—to have school.. »£i«£“lnrt he confesses toh'er thlt grown ordinary. j “If I were an eloquent man there Rosalie Is his wife. ! “So I ran away,” she said again, is so much I could say, but I know He had married her out of sym- “And I shall never run back any you will understand. Keep a brave S^d’ ^thew^BS* R^He w^ more. Dennis.” heart, and keep weli. Good-night hopelessly insane. Diana and Rath- She saw his lips move as he tried once again, Diana, hone part, and a letter comes from to S p e ak, but he could find no “Yours ever, S^liSon 711 Ca * words. Then suddenly he went “Donald Rathbone.” NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY down ‘on his knees, encircling her “P. S.—I have added the post script you spoke about on the oth- She could not quite fathom the relationship between Diana and the good-looking man whose voice with!his arms, hiding his face against her. “Don’t send me away, Diana . . . made her own lonely heart turn I love you so . . . I’ll do anything over with such wistful memories, you want—anything in the wide She had once thought . . . but, of world—if only you won’t send me course,, that was too absurd; Rath- away.” bone would never seriously consid- Diana tore his hands from about cr a child like Diana, though it her. was t)uite possible that she might “it’s too late,” she said again, have taken a wilful fancy to him. and then, breathlessly, “Don’t make The Creature had known other me hate you, Dennis.” cases where patients had tempor arily fallen in love with the doctor who looked after them, but it sel dom came to anything. \ Diana went out into the garden. She was full of curiosity to know what Dennis would say to her; she supposed cynically that there would be more lies and pretqnse. He came quite early. The smart two-seater raced up He stood up, his face convulsed with agitation, but now she no longer pitied him: she was only conscious of that sick, ashamed feeling that was almost physical. He went on pleading, imploring, reminding her of all they had been to one another—all they would yet be. Diana put her hands over her ears. She felt that it was more tb« road and came tb a standstill than she could bear; she felt as if at the^v gate where , l^st night (W2re trying to strip her naked - - Diana could not pursue • that instead, of trying to cover and pro Last night was like some live creature waiting to pounce up on her directly she was off her guard and tear her in pieces. She opened the gate and greeted Waterman with a smile. “You’re an early bird,” she said calmfy. She led the way and as soon as they were in the sitting room Wat erman broke out: “What became of you last night, Diana I was worried to death. I thought something dreadful had happened. They told me at Pal meiro’s that you had beeh and had left suddenly.” Diana met his eyes serenely. “Yes. I ran* away,” she said. “Ran away? . . .” “Yes. I found out that I didn’t want to see you after all.” “What do you mean?” “While I was waiting, Linda came in. It was quite an acci- dent—she was not spying on us.” “Linda? She went to Paris yes terday morning.” ‘"She didn’t; she was at Pal meiro’s last night, and we had quite a little talk together er side.” Diana turned the page with a hand that trembled; her heart seemed to be turned to water, and there was a mist before her eyes so that for a little while she could hardly make out the last words he had written. They were: “I love once as I live once. What case is this to think or talk about? I love you.” CHAPTER XX Diana’s maid Anna drew the curtains back with a sharp little rattle, letting in the morning light. She was still in London with Mrs. Gladwyn, as that lady had devel oped a sciatic pain and at the same moment had discovered a wonderful German masseuse who so she declared, alone could cure it; so after all they had not gone to Scotland. > •I x*.:# m » A. v.v. .v.vyv.v. ■ftX* •.*. jXkkf v.v. . -v. • v...w. ■ ■. i .-x-x-S*. v % *4 “Don’t send me away, Diana ... I love you so.” tect her, as Rathbone would have done. , She said at last, brokenly: “If you only knew how you’re j Six weeks .... Diana lay back on her pillows, letting th2 tea grow cold. Six weeks—six months—six hurting me.” years—it was all the same. He misunderstood that r eagerly Already she felt as if London grasping it as a sign that he was separated her so completely from to be forgiven; he made the fatal; Miss Starling and the cottage that She was quick to see the sudden mistake of trying to take her in his it seemed as if she could never suspicion in his eyes. “It was Linda who made change your mind,” he said sav- ting the width of the little room just in London marking time for agelj. • between them, staring at him with some miracle to happen that would Diana nodded. wild eyes. give her back the happiness for He stared at her for a moment; “Don’t touch me—don’t ever dare which she longed, then he broke out: to touch me again!” she stammer- She had heard nothing of Rath- I arms. • 1 really have been there, and at oth- 1 you Diana fled away from him, put- er times it seemed as if she were “IVe told you again and again | -d. fibat you cannot pay any attention They stood looking aj; one an- what Linda says. She is a other as if they had been mortal jealous woman.” enemies; then Waterman “Oh. no; she’s not in the least thickly: # jealous of you or of me, if that is whnl you mean,” Diana said calm ly. “I am not at all sure, Dennis, bone since his letter; the letter to which she had written a dozen— twenty replies and destroyed them said all. i What was the use of writing to “If I go away now, Diana ... I him. He would not answer, shall never come back.” Miss Starling had departed for Diana felt her lips twitching into her pilgrimage to Normandy with tbal you don’t really like her a a smile, but she repressed it and fifty pounds in her pocket. She great deal better than she likes answered gently: ihad written a pathetic note of yjjy« ^ “I’m sorry, Dennis—good-bye.” gratitude to Diana and had sent “I don’t understand what you Waterman left the cottage with her a picture postcard after her mean. Whatever Linda told you, as much dignity as he could com- arrival, of the sea beating against you can take it from me it is not niand. His conceit refused to al- a gigantic rock, tbe truth.” lQ w him to admit defeat; he and The Creature had shed a few “Isn’t it? Not when she said that Diana had quarrelled so often be- tears when she said good-bye to sh" had offered to divorce you and fore, and she had always been Diana, and Jenny had wept copi- that you had refused? I think it sorry. Soon—tomorrow or the ously. is thr truth, Dermis.” next day—there would come a let- Diana had felt like weeping her- J He took a step towards her. ter from her. He knew so well self when she looked from the win- “It’s a He, Diana You what its contents would be. dow of Mrs. Gladwyn’s big Rolls I’ve told you scores of times Her last night there, she receiv- to wave good-bye to her little toll I wnnld give anything I pos- ed a letter from Dr. Rathbone. group of friends: Mr. Shurey, Jon- if only she would give me my “ M y dear Miss Gladwyn: as. Miss Starling, Jenny, and one or futdom ” • “I saw Shurey this evening and two women from the neighbouring Diana smiled faintly. he tells me you are returning to cottages. ••I know you have,” she agreed. London on Wednesday, so in case Since then life had gone on very •Btai a ' at is the what we do not meet again before then, much the same as before. , said.” and it is unlikely, seeing that dur- She had not seen Dennis Water- yiic saw the dull colour rise slow- ing the next few days I shall be man again, but she had been told that he had followed his wife to Paris. Poor Linda! Diana had heard who the gray- haired man was for whom she had been waiting that night at Pal meiro’s: Mrs. Gladwyn had got the whole story complete before she had been back in London a couple of days. “His name is Anthony Jevons,” she informed Diana. “Apparently he and Linda Waterman have known one another for years.” “A married man?” Diana asked without much interest. “His wife has been in a lunatic asylum for fifteen years,” Mrs. Gladwyn said with relish. “I always think it is iniquitous, tying a man to a lunatic. That is a case where divorce is really justified—if it ever is,” she added righteously. “Perhaps he didn’t want to di vorce her,” Diana said. “Well, he is free at last, poor man,” her aunt went on. “She died about two months ago, when the Watermans were in America, so I suppose the next thing we shall hear will be that there is a divorce there.” She looked at her niece* sharply as she spoke, but Diana’s face was indifferent. Diana and Mrs. Gladwyn were dining at the Fosters’ that night. Diana had only consented to go under extreme pressure. She dis liked Mrs. Foster: she was a “climber” of the most flagrant type who shamelessly “collected cele brities,” and who scandalized them' as soon as they ha y d left her house. Jonas had written her that Rath- bone’s house was up for sale, and Donald was going to live in Am erica. Diana permitted herself one moment of anguish. “Oh, God, I can’t bear it any longer,” she said aloud. She greeted her hostess with a vague smile and discovered her aunt comfortably seated in a big chair with a large cocktail and a plate of caviare at her elbow. Diana looked around the room without interest. The same old crowd one always met everywhere. Diana spoke to one or two of them and refused a cocktail. People were still arriving, a starchy foot man announcing their names at the door in stentorian tones. “£ir William and Lady Marley.” Lady Marley had been a chorus girl, and there had been a violent love affair with a minpr prince to her credit before she caught old Sir William on the brink of the grave and suddenly became res pectable. “Dr. Donald Rathbone ” (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) xxx Vt-ftY by MAW MARSHALL Fashion has made us all see stars and we usually see them be fore dark, beaming brightly on a dress or hat or sports jacket de signed to be worn in broad day light. The sketch shows one of the new sports berets made of white jersey with appliqued stars of red, white and blue. It is a simple trimming that you can use on any sort of simple hat as well as on blouses, scarfs and bathing suits. There is no reason why you should confine your interpretation of the star motif to. the flag col- A Cavalry Stunt m ors. 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UNITY (By Alfred Noyes) Lieut Carl VV A Raguse U S Cavalry, riding down a cliff during cavalry maneuver? at Fort Rose- '•ranz San Diego -X— Job GISH fRH A\R SI TfMkLfcRAUGH SAYS IP BUSINESS IS So SLOW HE DOMT SEE WHY ITS So HARD TO OVtKTAW IT... ■ Heart of my heart, the world is young: Love lies hidden in every rose! Every song that the skylark sung Once, we thought, must come to a close: Nov/, we know the spirit of song. Song that is merged in the chant of the whole. Hand in hand as we wander along, What should we doubt of the years that roll? Heart of my heart, we can not die! Love triumphant in flower and Lree, Every life that laughs as the sky Tells us nothing can cease to be; One, we are one with a song today, One with the clover that scents the world. One with the Unknown, far away. One with the stars, when earth grows old. Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind. One with the clouds that are whirled o’er the sea. One in many, O broken and blind. One as the waves are at one with the sea! Ay! when life seems scattered apart Darkens, ends as a tale that isj cold. One, we are one, O heart of my heart One, still one, while the world grows old. X More than 900 women were studying medicine in the United States in 1930. ( The Value of the Telephone || Is Greater Than the Cost NOTICE OF FINAL SETTLE MENT AND DISCHARGE On June the tenth, 1932, at ten o’clock a. m., I will make a final settlement as administrator of the estate of F. L. Moragne, in the Probate Judge’s office in McCor mick and ask for a final discharge. All persons holdin| claims should present them properly attested be fore that date, all persons indebted to same should make settlement with the undersigned. J. E. MORAGNE, Administrator. May 18th, 1932.—4t. Eyes examin ed. Spectacles, Eye Glasses, and Artificial Eyes fitted without Drugs, Drops or Danger. DR. HENRY J. GODIN Optometrist! 956 Broad Street Augusta. Ga. BATTERIES FOR ALL LIGHT CARS . .65 WHITTLE BATTERY SERVICE 622 BROAD PHONE 1166 AUGUSTA. GA. The American lobster is found only along the Atlantic coast. The greatest known depth in the Atlantic ocean is 27,900 feet, near Porto Rico. Shammy is usually made of sheepskin, for the real chamois is now a rare animal. .j.