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\ Thursday, Septemher 15, 1932 McCORMIQJK MESSENGER, McCORMICK, SOUTH CAROLINA! PAGE NUMBER THEE® tho telescope and bawled at his as sistants. “Left, d ' left! Don’t you fellows know the sig nals T’ Mailing straightened him self with a smile of important dis gust. V (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) X TENTH INSTALLMENT than before. Back in the dormitory John ar- Van Horn remarked. He felt a bit piqued that Rantoul should have done it. If he had thought, he i Br if "V it 6 ranged ■ his work in a methodical ** life aboard^a^Hudson^river tugboat way> looked through his books as if could have managed it himself; but plying near New York, is tossed in- coming back to old friends, filled it was a compliment to John, and to the river in a terrific collision his favorite pipe from his dry to- mother and^themlTht’cauld f a “ bacco ^ the humldor ' l00ked out of ther. Ignorant, unschooled, and the window over the roofs of Har- fear driven, he drags himself ash- lem, looked at himself in the mirror John. You’ll be seeing her soon. of*a hifge 8 covered truclf—onl^tolbe and smiled. Well, after all, he had Then this winter, when you get any one who helped John, helped him. “Jo sends her congratulations, kicked out at dawn—and into the a ^reat prize ahead of him in the midst of a tough gang of boys who mighty City of New York. On his beat and chase him. He escapes chiffonier was the likeness of anto a basement doorway where he; T , . , ,, , , ^, hides. The next day he is rescued Josephine; m de collete and With a on that railroad, or up to Alaska and taken into the home of a Jew- rose in her hair. Visitors to his on that survey.” started on your work, we’ll all be in the city together. Think of it, you might have gone west, or to Brazil, ish family living in the rear of their I room would glance at it apprcfving- second-hand clothing store. He works in the sweatshop store—and is openly courted by Becka—the young daughter ... The scene shift? to the home of the wealthy Van Horns—on 5th Avenue, where lives the bachelor—Gilbert Van — in whose life there is a hidden chapter . That chapter was an af fair with his mother’s maid, who left the house when he was accused. The lives of Johnny Breen and Gil bert Van Horn first cross when Van Horn sees Breen win his first im portant ring battle. Pug Malone, fight trainer, rescues young Breen from a crooked manager, takes him in hand, finds Breen cannot read and starts him to night school, and the world commences to open for Johnny Breen . . . Malone, an old- timer, is backed in a health-farm venture—taking Breen with him. There they meet and come to know Gilbert Van Horn. John at tracts Van Horn, who learns of Breen’s mother, named Harriet. Learning John’s desire for an en gineering course at Columbia Uni versity—he advances the money. John comes to know Josephine, Yan Horn’s ward. Now we find John at school. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “Mr. Gilbert is coming back to town and is bringing Mr. Breen,” Jules announced to Josephine, in bed With her toast and coffee. “No, Gil, I’m set on the city. Big gest engineering problem in the world. I expect to be here all my life.” “Well, the Van Horns have al ways stuck to New York.” Gilbert looked at the boy, closely, as he said it. • John Breen was thinking of other things, not of the Van Horns. John came down to the city on a Friday. Reported at Division Head- quaiXers, saw huge offices filled ly. Malone and Harboard were there. “A kick goes further than a kiss, when you’re arguin’ with a jack ass.” Malone swung a polished boot, one leg over the study table in John’s room. Harboard was in the big chair by the window and John sat on the couch. “That kid there needed a kick, an’ you give it to him, good an’ hard.” They were holding a post mortem over: with men working at drafting John’s breakdown, and his almost boards, or engaged in calculations, immediate recovery. The city had other men, rough, with mud-splat- simply floored him for a few counts , tered boots, some carrying tunnel and he was again on his feet, bet- lamps, came in from a dented car ter than ever. “What John needs just hauled up at the curb. These is strong medicine. I’ve trained him, were executive engineers, members tended bar ’long side of him, seen of .the field force, him follow it like a bloodhound; The walls were covered with pro- yes, an’ stick, Harboard, stick at it files, with progress markings. A night after night, diggin’ on courses contagious air of intense activity an, stuff in himself with grammar, held sway. It seemed to John that hist’ry, an’ ’rithmetick, an’ readin’ he was on the edge of a great field the guts out of big books, like he j 0 f battle, of life and sudden death, was trying to find out somethin’ 0 f vast constructions. John knew irregular. His trouble, Harboard. w hat thirst was, knew the sickly ° Bu Patricia Dow « »»>>»— The influence of style trends seem to know no limitations, as ex emplified in the first showings of lingerie for fall and winter. The popularity of the pajama continues, principally because of their com fort . . . but in their carrying over is goin* the whole hog, or none. He almost near killed himself when he learned to read, expected he could John had been at the Van Horn | start right in an’ find out every- ihome for ten days. He looked re- thin’ there was. He was afraid* markabty, well. His loupge suit,! there was not enough for him to from Van Horn’s tailor; fitted him learn.” Pug looked at John, smil- as clothes had never fitted him be fore. “You can pay me back when you get out on the job.” Van Horn arranged the matter easily. John Breen, apparently without an effort or a thought about the matter, slip ped into the mood of his new en vironment. He was perfectly nat ural, natural in a way men are natural and simple behind the bar of a Bowery saloon. John, without' ing. He liked a fighter and John was certainly that. “If the women ever get hold of him—Gawd help him, an’ them.” John blushed furiously. Malone and Harboard looked at each other. Both glanced at Josephine’s pic ture on the chiffonier; nothing had been said about it. i At last, in the spring, John grad uated. C. E. Civil Engineer! John Breen, knowing it, practiced the ultimate | C. E. John wrote his name again herent gentleness, went to remark able., lengths in the. process of \ds and again, always adding the sig nificant letters for which he had struggled during four years that in correct behavior; he was com pletely at his ease, as he saw no reason to be otherwise. Josephine, after John evidenced no awkward signs of stage fright, and seemed endowed with an in- had been a fight, it was always a trickle of the lukewarm Croton water, running brackish and yel low in the deep honeycomb of the city. Here were men working day and night to bring the water down, the clear, cold, sparkling water of the old hills where Rip Vanwinkle slept and dreamed. Men ware drill ing and sinking shafts, were tun neling and mining under the broad Hudson, and now the hu’ge final bore, beneath Manhattan, was to be accomplished, the last deep drift four hundred and more feet in the solid rock of the parching, steam ing city. It was a magnificent en terprise, a cause, a crusade, a di rect reply to those who give scant honor to the engineer. His appointment had been ac complished in a moment. These men wasted no time. “Report Sec tion Five, Shaft Eleven, to engineer once seemed so long and then lay Hurlburt, Monday, eight a. m.” The behind him like a sudden dream. It Division Engineer, named Wild, fight in the. greater city: He kept looking at his sheepskin, further education. He held her an elaborate parchment quaintly naturally, skillfully, and picked up the latest dance steps with aston ishing facility. She took him to the exclusive Desdemona Dances at the stating that he was entitled to “all the rights, privileges and immuni- shook his hand. “Keep your eyes open and good luck.” John was pn the street and entering the new Subway at 181st Street. “Why did he wish me ‘good luck’?” he wondered. A man sit- ties thereunto appertaining.” He ting next to John held a paper, he went to Greenbough carrying the saw the headline. Ten Men Killed everywhere through the introduc tion of Van Horn. John’s period ofhrest had come to a close. His last day had been St. Botolph. John was accepted precious screed clutched in his fist, on Aqueduct Siphon. It was print- Here was something to show to Pug 1 ed in red and further down was to prove that his studies had not listed a long record of other cas- been entirely in vain. Behind him ualties and deaths, the last days of the commence- John stopped at the field house strangely quiet. His nerves were i ment kept recurring, brilliant marked Shaft XI. He met the gang, no longer on edge, but in the depth flashes, intermingled with his Mailing, a Penn, man, and Barrow of his being he felt a.sinking sen- dreams of what was to come, with of Boston Tech. These fellows had sattnn of loss. Of course John thoughts of Josephine and comfort- \ an extra room in a small apart- Breen was more than merely inter- able interesting problems he would ment near the work. “Sure, come discuss with Gilbert Van Horn.! in, it’s handy here and you can’t Never had the campus'been so afire hear all the blasts if you’re a sound with the spirit of youth. sleeper.” ested in Josephine. Returning from Pagliacci alone with. Josephine one evening the car jolted as they swung across Forty- second Street, and Josephine utter Gilbert Van Horn returned to town and spent a week with John ed a startled “Oh!” as they skidded and Pug at Greenbough. He had James Mailing. C. E., had already been on important work, driving the Pennsylvania tubes. He had on the slippery street when brought kept away frpm che commence- j the unhealthy pallor of the men to a sudden stop behind a jam, a ment. “Not feeling any too fit,” bus having blocked the crazy, un- | was his excuse. In fact Gilbert was regulated traffic just as it started getting very close to the point moving swiftly northward. Jose- where he would have to make a phine was thrown against John, clean breast of things and take his His arm steadied her. Her long chances with John—but always glove was off; he caught her hand hoping against hope that some- as the car stopped. She rested thing would turn up, “in a natural against him, her cloak open at the way.” He kept his thoughts to throat, her bare shqulder beneath himself and devoted a large part of hto eyes, in the pale light from his time to watching Josephine, the arc lamps across the avenue. Gerrit Rantoul, so he began to real- Neither spoke. Their breathing was ize, was making remarkable pro intense. An impulse held them, the gress with his ward. Rantoul was wild melody of the moment before a romantic figure, a man with a workmen; several engineers stood seemed to reverberate through past shrouded in the glamour of about discussing location prints their minds. The scent of her adventure, of South American and • an( i Mailing, in charge of a new hair, the compelling thrill of con- African enterprises, a man glossed transit, was directing some youths tact, swayed them on a crest of with the polish of an international carrying a silvery tape and a plumb emotion. John pressed her to him experience. bob. He beckoned to John, with sudden rudeness, kissing her. But Rantoul was a good chap, as Josephine, her eyes closed, did more Gilbert had to admit. He secured than just receive the imprint of his an appointment for John Breen a* war,” he added with a certain pride, lips. Assistant Engineer on the great | “You got your orders, see Hurburt The car slid to stop before the Catskill Aqueduct. “Subject, of J a t eight, sharp, blue Monday, and house in the middle Fifties. They course, to confirming examination.” ; then pronto! pronto! pronto! “Hey, bolt upright. Both were wiser “Mighty decent of him, John,” t y OU |“ he bent to the eye-piece of,' who have worked in shields, under pressure. “Came up here for my healih. Rather get gunned than doubled with the bends. Take my tip, Breen, keep out of air.” He spoke with the assurance of a man of immense experience. Everywhere an earnest activity prevailed, the palaverers were nol there; these men were doers. They were assembling the machinery for sinking a shaft in Morningside Park. A swearing boss driver was ragging a gang of sullen Polack ‘Don’t report until Monday,” he advised. “They run this job like a to another season they seriously take up the task of following the fashion lines which have proved popular in the more formal gar ments such as dresses—and even coats. It is all shown in the necklines and sleeves. The former is higher, as in dresses . . . and the latter, ohe sleeves, have taken on a fullness . . . which fairly shout “comfort.” Nightgowns are in vogue and the dainty creations are entirely fem inine in every line. A loose tie belt which makes for high waistline, brings back the Greek lines in drap- ings and there is dainty handwork on bodice which cannot fail to ap peal to the vanity of all. Pajamas in bright color combin ations are in the new silk fabrics heavier and sheenless, the jacket being given character by edged trimming of the trouser material. The illustration shows the dainti ness that can be incorporated into the new pajamas. X Indians Guard Maple Trees No sugar-maple trees will be cut or girdled in the Cut Foot-Sioux Ranger District of the Chippewa National Forest in Minnesota, ac cording to reports to the United States Forest Service. Elsewhere some thinning of maples may be practiced to speed the growth of timber trees, but not near the In dian villages, which are usually built close to sugar bushes. On Sugar Point there are hard maples 2 feet in diameter with hundreds of sap wounds swelling their trunks. This is believed to be the oldest active sugar bush in the Chippewa National Forest, and the dominant trees are 150 to 200 years old. The Indians have worked them for sugar for generations and have carefully protected them from fire. The sugar is sometimes pack ed in small birchbark hampers holding 2 to 10 pounds each. The Indians prize both their sugar bush and the sugar very highly. In some cases they store the sugar with the forest ranger, carrying it away in small quauntities from time to time to make it last through the year. XXI Alfalfa meal, when used as a sub stitute for green feed for poultry should have a rich green color, says the United States Department of Agriculture. Yellow color indicates old meal, rain damage, or poor curing. Alfalfa-leaf meal is bet ter than ordinary alfalfa meal. m GET READ! FOR SHOAL By visiting our store for the supplies that are needed. We have the things that are needed in the class room and at the study desk. Drop in and get the things you need. We have Books, Fountain Pens, Note Books, Mechanical Pencils, Pen Points, Pen Holders, Rulers, Crayons, Writing Ink, Erasers, etc. STROMS’ DRUG STORE MAIN STREET McCORMICK. S. C. At our service station located at the corner of Main and Gold Streets we are prepared to render first class service on short notice and in vite you to pay us a visit when in need of GAS, OILS, TIRES, TUBES, ACCESSORIES STANDARD SERVICE STATION E. P. BENTLEY, Prop. Main and Gold Streets McCormick, S. C. 3 THE FAMILY DOCTOR JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, M.D. THE “OLD RELIABLE” Say what we will—try out what we may—the fact remains that our old friend IODINE remains, the cheapest, mast reliable, best anti septic. The tourist with a couple of ounces of tincture of iodine in his kit, may feel absolute assurance that he has the best emergency application known for possible recent, open wounds. Indeed, no tpur- ist-kit is complete without this time-honored, time-proven enemy of dangerous bacteria. Let us remember that the skilled, modem surgeon, preparing to do a “capital operation,” first cleanses the site of incision with soap, and water; then he swabs the entire field with tincture of iodine; then, a dash of pure grain alcohol to remove the stain—and the operation pro ceeds boldly and safely for the patient. Nothing can be better than perfection in antisepsis ... The uses of iodine are many. Internally, iodine ranks among our first agents as a blood-alterative. It purifies bad blood by destroying the contaminating agent or agents. Iodine in the form of iodities com bats the most serious of blood toxemias. I would think of iodine first, if I were to name humanity’s greatest benefactor in the way of medi cine. This week I was informed by a friend of a new use for iodine. He had acquired an acute case of sunburn, amounting almost to blisters. In agony, he took the first agent at hand. He put a teaspoonful of tincture of iodine into a glass of water and bathed the affected skin freely “furiously,” he said. He obtained immediate relief. He tried it again and again in similar conditions, always with perfect relief. Isn’t that worth a trial? I am very slow to abandon old reliable remedies for the new com mercialized products. Miss America Favorite All Philadelphia is backing Miss Roslyn Schultz, 17, high-school girl, to win the 1932 Miss America title and national beauty contest at Wild wood, N. J. Miss Roslyn eliminated 31 rivals in the Quakertown finals.