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Htnnday, June 23, 1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA' PAGE NUMBER THR] MAN MADE—TOWN 4/RUBY M. AYRES FIFTEENTH INSTALMENT younfi: English girl, in with every firbe of his being. He was conscious of a queer sense of ^ w . triumph to think that even though tor* wriii, Dennis Waterman, a mar- Diana would never know, he was »ed man. undergoes a nervous col- ^ . iupsif ami is sent to the country fulfilling "iis promises. •o recuperate under the care of Dr. Then the cry came again: strang- Dunaid JBathbone, who lives near j ed we aker, more despairing, the the cottage where she stays. She ,, , . , , , ° finds herself falling in love with cry that might have come from a the darter, hut still trying to hold child or from one of the lost lambs lieanis' affection;. Linda, Dennis’ w hich he and Shurey hacl sought wore, tells her that she offered Den- , ahr a dirnree/but he would not ac- for together one bitter March cept it; he would have felt com- month after a heavy fall of snow, peded i» marry Diana. DJina’s For one second still Jonas hesi- tove far Doctor Rathbone is tern- . . , i-io-in hio hooH ptreS by jealousy of a woman nam- tated » standing rigid, his head ed w bo lives in the doctor’s craned forward in strained atten- hetsse. At last Rathbone finds tion; then he turned back with heconfes^s to her Thai < ) uiet deliberation, scrambled down ~ ----- the mu( idy bank, and plunged mto the icy ifver. , . CHAPTER XXIII Anna was perturbed. • Half a dozen times she had been Rosalie is his wife. Be had married her out of sym pathy, when her husband had been ktilrrf in the war. But Rosalie was hopelessly insane. Diana and Rath- bone part and a letter comes from Aunt Gl&dwyn calling Diana back to London. » NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Unless the fog lifted it there, bring the first doctor you can find, but don’t come back without someone, or it will be the worse for you.” She ran back to Diana and pull ed the curtains, opening both win dows wide. The fog was not quite so bad, one could see the lights in the street below now, like bleary yellow eyes, staring upwards. As Diana turned away her glance fell on the bottle she had left on the dressing table. She caught it up, holding it to the light; then her face whitened, for it was nearly empty. Anna permitted hetself the lux ury of one moment’s emotion. ‘‘Oh, poor lamb!” she said pity ingly. She knew a great deal more in to Diana, and found her sleep- about Diana than the girl had e\er dreamed—knew all about the ai- L ears were not so much for herself or for Diana as for the broken hearted look she had suddenly sur prised in Donald Rathbone’s eyes. CHAPTER XXIV Diana was so used to dreams. Nearly every night lately half awake and half asleep she had im agined with one part cf her senses, even though the other part knew it could not possibly be true, that she was back at the Creature’s cottage, in the little room with its chintz wall paper and muslin-petticoated dressing table, with Rathbone sit ting beside her. It wasn’t such a bad d -earn until one quite woke up! NEW What a 4-K club girl can do in canning projects is shown, in The case of an Oklahoma girl. She is Pearl White of Grady county, and in her fifth year in food preserva tion she put up 385 containers of garden and other products. In her She wished she could make nun five years of club canning work she mesu* being out all night in the cold and wretchedness. He turned to retrace his steps to 'where be had left the trap when suddenly a muffled cry broke the silence. It sounded weird and un- eartfcly, coming, as it did, through the stifling fog blanket, and Jonas felt Ids skin rise in little pin points as he waited for it to be repeated. Then it came again—a woman’s waittne voice. Fora moment he stood petrified; them he went blindly forward as quicker as the hampering condit ions would permit, in the direction ftom which he thought that cry CXOMBu c. It was not exactly a call for help —it was more like a frighened wail, bat it urged the boy on till sud- he pulled* up sharply, only himself with difficulty as he found he was on the river bank. A. sloping, muddy bank, broken away by much rain and weather; Unit now the cry was hearer—almost at Ms feet, it seemed—and he an- swemf it with £ shout, cupping his round his mouth to make it Ether. _ _ . there! ■* wig own sense of helplessness was appalling; one might as well have been imprisoned by walls as by this blanket of increasing darkness. He shouted again with all the strength of bis young voice, and then, sud denly, as if by a miracle, the fog hnwir seemed to break for the smallest fraction of a moment, like a curtain being slowly raised^ by a mocking hand in order to show him the thing he sought She was in the river ... its width away from him ... a half-drowned, piteous thing, clinging with frail hands to the overhanging bough of ■a rotting willow, her white face up turned, her flaming dark hair dank and horrible, her mouth wide open as if to give utterance once more to that wailing cry. Jonas caught his breath; in- stincfcjvely he began to tear off his coat, when the fog came silently down again shutting her out, leav ing him there, shivering and help less, on the muddy, slippery bank. It seemed a lifetime before he could nerve himself to fresh action. Svexything was unreal, uncanny; the silently flowing river like a half-dead poisonous snake creeping by at his feet, and the strange im penetrable menace of the fog-en- wrapped world. Jons^ sjemed suddenly to see Diana’s face: her blue eyes, her sensitive mobile face . . . “Little ii a iuniung over with gold. . . ” Diana would be happy again if he left Miss Rosalie* to die. He was shivering from head to foot, as with his whole body strain ed forward he started and stared into the fog Jo where she had been. Of what use was her life? What did her happiness matter that an other's*, so much more precious, should be sacrificed to it? In the few seconds of his hesita- tzon it seemed to Jonas that he argued the whole question out with cold calculation before, with an effort that seemed purely physical, he pulled himself together and turned defiheratejy away. Let her die nobody would ever know. *T would do anything in the world for you." He had told Diana that more than aura, and he had meant It ing always in the same position, might lying on her side, her face turned against the pillows, an arm flung up above her head. Half a dozen times since the early morning when Diana had come home, and now it was past five o’clock. Mrs. Gladwyn had been into the room once before leaving for an other bridge evening. “Has she been asleep all day?” she asked. “Yes, madam—she seems thor oughly worn out.” She bent a little lower over'Di ana. “I suppose she’s—all right?” she asked uncertainly. “Oh, yes, madam—just sleeping heavily,” Anna said quickly, with a faint feeling of discomfort as she remembered that once In the past she had been severely admonished for administering a sleeping draught to Diana without doctor’s orders. Mrs. Oladwyn sighed. “She looks very like her mother,” she said. “And her mother died when she was quite a girl.” She fair with Waterman, and under stood that it had ended with Di ana’s illness, on his side, at all events, but she had never been able to make up her mind with regard to Diana—until now, when she be lieved that the girl had done th:s deliberately in a moment of over whelming wretchedness. She lifted her gently, laying her flat on her back, and began to chafe her cold hands. Anna had only seen Rathbone once, when Mrs. Gladwyn had sent for him after the girl’s breakdown; but she had been impressed by his personality and quiet strength, and she found herself almost praying (though Anna considered prayer “old-fashioned rubbish”) that he would come. She had always been rather con temptuous of Diana’s weakness, realizing how easily, during her short life, the girl had allowed her self to be bandied about, the vic tim first of one and then of an other, in the vain, unsatisfying search for something real and last ing, there was only pity in her y y.i .; M ^ fessfc m Zzc m : B # i •J; i nr k ! L GS iiill ij# s 1 1 1 smile. Down at the cottage, no matter how cross he had been with her, or how grimly he had looked looked at her while she hurled her silly little troubles at him, in the end she had always managed to make him smile before he went away. Diana said. “Thank you,” in a little whisper, and closed her eyes The tears couldn’t get through if she kept them tighlty closed, and Donald hated to see her cry. “Things always turn out badly if people take—what you and I might take Donald had said that after she had asked if he would let her live with him. She supposed he must have been horribly shocked really, though he had only looked at her with eyes that seemed to under stand. Funny that people, especially those whom the world called good people, should think anything phy sical such a deadly sin, much worse than anything else She moved restlessly, and Rath bone spoke her name gently. “Diana!” Her eyes turned to his face and rested there for a moment “I’m so thirsty,” she whispered. Her mouth felt all dry and hot. (CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK) txi Yearly Honor Roll Washington School m* V He came straight to the bed and bent over the girl lying there, pulled herself together and took up 1 heart now as she tried by every means in her power to rouse Diana from her dreadful unconsciousness. One of the maids came presently, with scared eyes, to know if she her gloves and handbag. “I should let her sleep it out,” she said vaguely. “It will probably do her a lot of good.” When she had gone Anna quietly could do anything to help, but An- replenished the fire and went back na shook her head. She would not to take another look at Diana. ; admit it, but she believed the time She was very pale—even her lips was already past when anyone and hair seemed colourless; and in could help Diana, sudden alarm Anna laid a hand on “Hasn’t Markham come back Diana’s arm. yet?” she asked. It was icy cold. i “ N °t yet ... I think that’s a taxi For a moment she stood petri- I :aow ” fied with fear; then she turned and More breathless moments. Anna ran from the room. watched the door with strained “Miss Diana is ill—you must fetch a doctor at once. Run down and see if Mrs. Gladwyn has gone. If not, bring her back quickly.” The girl ran, returning breath lessly. “The car has just driven away.” But Anna was not the sort to lose her head in a moment of emerg ency. “Tell Markham to call a taxi and to go at once for Dr. Rathbone— I’ll give him the address.” She had made a mental note of it yesterday morning when she dis patched Diana’s letter to him, and knowing that Rathbone had at tended Diana during her illness, she thought he was the most suit able one to summon. To expedite matters, she went | couldn’t sleep; but I left the bottle down to interview Markham her- | on the dressing table, and the poor eyes. If Markham had come back alone ... The door opened, and she gave a little sob of relief as Rathbone strode into the room. He came straight to the bed and bent over the girl lying there. Anna, watching his face—always watching him, as if she felt he was the only hope left to her—asked a broken question: “Oh, sir . . . she’s not dead, is she?” Rathbone shook his head. “No . . . what is it? What have you given her?” Anna explained as well as she could. “I only gave her four drops; she seemed so worn out, and yet she self. But Anna’s evident anxiety whip ped him to swifter action. “If Dr. Rathbone is there, bring ^wept and she would not have be- him back with you. If he ‘is not lieved it had she been told that her lamb must have taken some more. It’s nearly empty now.” Anna turned her face away and FIRST GRADE— NONE. SECOND GRADE— Ray Gilchrist Rose Reese THIRD GRADE— • Hortense Cartledge Annyelle Drennan Hazel Dukes FOURTH GRADE— Henry Jennings Bussey. Pamelia Edmunds Willie Reed Fowler Louise Rich FIFTH GRADE— Edith Robertson Edna Cartledge Emily Dukes SIXTH GRADE— Mildred Gilchrist Mary Louise Dorn Annie Laurie Wood SEVENTH GRADE— T. R. Cartledge Mildred Blackwell EIGHTH GRADE— Evelyn Blackwell Mary Neoma Eckard Dottie Warren NINTH GRADE— Harold Bussey Floyd Drennan John Price. Viola Wilkie TENTH GRADE— Josephine Parks Lucyld Parks ELEVENTH GRADE— Alice Bunch Julia Bush Mary F. Drennan Anel Edmunds Marie Gilchrist Annie Martha Ryan The scholarship medal went to Alice Bunch for making the highest average during the four past years in school. Perfect Attendance F’IRST GRADE— NONE. SECOND GRADE— NONE. THIRD GRADE— Sara Howie Hortense Cartledge FOURTH GRADE— NONE. FIFTH GRADE— Edith Robertson SIXTH GRADE— Nina Bussey SEVENTH GRADE— ‘ Mildred Blackwell EIGHTH GRADE— NONE. NINTH GRADE— Eunice Stone TENTH GRADE— NONE. j . ELEVENTH GRADE— . NONE. put up 1941 containers. Most of. these were quart jars. Like thousands of other girls in ; 4-H work Pearl lived on a farm and ! wanted to' find some xsv3.y to employ; her time and talents to some use- \ ful purpose. So she joined a local club of 16 girls and took on a can- * ning project. The first year she ' worked hard and had JO quarts of fruit and other food, 3 jars of pickles and some jellies. Next year she doubled this. The third year she more than doubled the quarts canned the year before. In the next two years she made enough more cans and jars to total 585 con tainers. Of this, 505 were quarts, 30 jars of pickles and relishes and 50 were jellies and jams. Quite an amount of this, was prodaced by herself in a garden project. By her third year she had mas tered most of the details of food preservation and with the experi ence she had gained in some local exhibits she went in for bigger things. She prepared some of her canning products and sent them to the state fair, and to her great joy won first place. She repeated the next year and won first. One year she sent a fruit exhibit to the national contest at Chicago and placed third. Then last year she entered at the state fair again and won the canning budget in the state fair contest sponsored by the Kerr Glass Manufacturing com pany. She also showed a pioneer canning budget which took first place. Each of these were entered in the Chicago exhibit and won the Kerr agricultural scholarship of $300 cash. Miss White expects .to be graduated this year from high school and enter the state college this fall. Thus well spent years in club work have brought this girl great happiness and promise of richer years ahead. BABY FRETFUL, RESTLESS? Look to this couse When your b«nby fusses, tosses and seems unable to sleep restfully, look for one common cause, doctors say. Constipation. To get rid quickly of the accumulated wastes which cause restlessness and discomfort, give a cleansing dose of Castoria. Castoria, you know, is made specially for children’s delicate needs. It is a pure vegetable preparation; contains no harsh drugs, no narcotics. It is so mild and gentle you can give it to a young infant to relieve colic. Yet it is as effective for older children. Cas- toria’s regulative help will bring re laxed comfort and restful sleep to your baby. Keep a bottle on hand. Genuine Castoria always has the name: CASTORIA CHILDREN C -X- MYHOMi 5^ YOURS >yB£RTHAfDSON LAY If you have a garden this sum mer cut the lettuce instead of pull ing it up by the roots. The leaves will grow again, and again, saving the labor of replanting and the seeds as well. This is true of spinach, and swiss chard also. How often the toast will burn be fore the toaster can be turned; when this happens, rub with a course grater. The burn is remov ed neatly and quickly, and the toast none the worse for the ex perience. When making cap strings for the baby’s cap, and wash strings are much better than ribbons,—make these strings of uneven length, then the longer string will cross under the baby’s chin and tie at the side, quite out of baby’s way. The baby will be happier, and so will the mo ther. BATTERIES FOR ALL LIGHT CARS $6.65 WHITTLE BATTERY t SERVICE 622 BROAD PHONE 116* AUGUSTA. GA. VtflY,, 6<yMARY MARSHALL For your vacation wardrobe there are a number of clever little caps and berets that you can crochet ta mesh stitch. There are knitted and crochet sweaters and blouses, both in cotton thread and wool. Irish type of crochet lace that you can learn to do yourself is used for collars, cuffs, and gilets. The sketch shows a new sport dress of light-weight wool jersey with crochet collar and short shoulder sleeves. It’s a tricky lit tle collar, shaped lifce a boyish turn, down, but actually applied to the dress as a sort of yoke. The crochet work is done in simple old-fashion ed shell stitch, in three bright tones of light-weight wool yarn. When purchasing fowls, have them drawn if you wish, but do not allow them to be cut up. It is far easier to remove pin feathers and clean the fowl if it is whole. It is not at all difficult to cut up a chicken for after a little study and practise the joints are easy to find. The Department of Agriculture is sure to have a bulletin illustrating how to do it. They seem to have bulletins for every thing. A roll of paper towels which may be purchased in any houssfurnish- ing department of a department store will be found an aid to kitch en work. Place a towel on the table i when peas are to be shelled or when I potatoes are to be pared, and in | fact when any vegetable is being prepared. When the work is done, fold the shells or parings up in the towel and put in the waste. Use these towels to wipe the sink, to wipe the grease from roasting pans, 1 or to rub the gas range or the coal ‘stove if one is used. On a dress of beige jersey we sug gest beige, brown and orange. On white you might use light yellow, green and blue. For the yoke collar and cuffs shown in the sketch the best plan is to make a paper pattern of the size and shape needed to finish, your dress, and then work with this as a guide in making the initial chain stitch and in increasing the stitches to give the desired flare.