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« ■gm r, October 27,1932 McCORMICK MESSENGER, McCORMK roUTH CAROLINA’ PAGB NUMBER TBRK9 w - • / FELIX RIESENBERG V V v : UO NTH INSTALMENT Johnny Breen, 16 2®*** •Mr who had spent all of his •w mhaard Hudson river tugboat New York, is tossed in- r in a terrific collision is the tug, drowns his L the man he called fa- ant, unschooled, and he drags himself ash- hides in Hie friendly darkness •? a Inge covered truck—only to be y*r*«di • at ait dawn—and into the ****** »f a tough gang of boys who P*»* a»d chase him. He escapes ***• * hasement doorway where he ■Mes- Hoe next day he is rescued *■» taken Into the home of a Jew- ■w taaoHy living in the rear of their aewn-d -Wan d Nothing store. He in the sweatshop store—and courted by Becka—the fifty million dollar combination of enterprises previously defunct. Tri- Nitro-Bullion also began the erec tion of vast explosive works in New Jersey, manufacturing an un stable compound with great rapid ity as its chemists learned the busi ness, in quantity production tests. Rantoul, who took on a strange fictitious importance, was made Chairman of the Board. Tri-Nitro soared to dizzy heights with the booking of further Russian orders. Josephine did much to reconcile Gerrit Rantoul for her many an noying traits. Tri-Bull, as it was called on the curb, led Rantoul into the picric acid pool, a sweet bit ?•*** daughter ... The scene shifts of business engineered by St. the home of the wealthy Van T flrnpt! Horn*—*m 5th Avenue, where lives, J i" es ’ , the hachctor—Gilbert Van Horn—! St. James, swingmg Rantoul with m whose life there is a hidden him at the head of a group of the S'molKrt maUVho " ,or « da i rin 8 newer men ' bou S ht a left the house when he was accused. fleet °f lake steamers and founded Yores of Johnny Breen and Gil- . the world trading corporation of Tap Horn first cross when yan Jason, Fillmore, and Jones, with oecs Breen win his first im-i , .. ... ^ T'mg battle. Pug Malone, ! Pretentious offices on Broadway. Sh% trainer, rescues young Breen This firm was named after three *2 ana S er » t ak «s him likable chaps in his office. The is- la hand, finds Breen cannot read ^ , _ starts him to night school, and sue was llsted on th^ Stock Fx- tlw 'world commences to open for change and skyrocketed from the treen . . . Malone, an old- start. The world was hungry for hacked in a health-farm Breen with him. Senius, it lapped up stocks and they meet and come to produced profits, and fought for GSBicrt Van Horn. John at- the privilege of giving away its Van Horn, who learns of mother, warned Harriet. y ' John’s desire for an en-| But St. James’ greatest achieve- oowse at Columbia Uni- ment was Safety Submarine, selling * a t? n kTOw th Jos5htae; on the curb at ten - with ,ew buy - ward and during his ers > while jobbers washed the stock i falls in lave with her. as a Civil Engineer he jab with a great construc- . my, working in New Breen has a rival for the phlne, a rich man of the name of Rantoul. But ant. ■ He proposes and accepts. Breen gives all i to tils job which wor- Hom—Finally Josephine tais for her trousseau. And pst moment Rantoul, sails none boat. At sea the liner erashes into an and sinks—all passengers to the lifeboats. Van Horn hat Rantoul saves him- Josephine. Breen learns Van Horn was his fa- home, Josephine re i** ring - and marries John, stunned, buries in his work and rises rap- ON WITH THE STORY Strauss, cabling from ■xged John Breen to con- tfrms the work of Colfax Thu. have never met me, but I know and have confidence in you. Wo. must not despair, no matter hour dude the night. We must go forward wherever we see our way or where are feel otir way. Plan ning must continue so that later on ere wUL know what to do. John Breen didn’t know what to do. The pay he was getting was Xf only the insatiable calm down. How it toss ed and squeezed and misused its people. When, the youth, Mitchel, ’was overwhelmed by the myth, Hylan, when the shaky city was being pounded hourly by rumors, in that time when shipping and men and mingled in red carnival, Rantoul 'splurged in a orgy of waste. She even made money, and she demonstrated her ability to spend it The, war carried Gerrit Rantoul into financial whirlpools where he narijpkteti with much skill. Mun itions speculations sent his star to dSiEQr altitudes, hhoi him upward oat a rise of values. Rantoul, at in petty larceny against a few lucky simpletons who bought before the upward trend of war. With the advent ot'.St. James and Rantoul, and the influx of following money, came a classic upward dash. Safety —the name itself gave security— little out of hand. St. James, in the process of squeezing bag holders, nipped Gerrit Rantoul for a mill ion; it was a start. Josephine had jilted St. James. Then Tri-Bull was condemned by the Government as unsafe. The Army would have none of it. The Navy refused even to use it in depth bombs. It was reported as an unstable explosive Gerrit Rantoul lost heavily in Tri- Bull, finding himself possessed of most of St. James’ holdings, ex changed for value before the bad news seeped through that the stuff was worthless. It was one of the little forgotten tragedies among the big men, well behind the front. The expensive apartment at the St. Botolph had been succeeded by a more lavish suite covering two floors of the new Du Barry. A super-flat with private elevators and exclusive service, an expensive nest bordering on the eastern edge of Central Park. *Poor Rantoul fairly groaned when he began to realize the drain of this establish ment. He was worn down by his excitement, irritable through his worries, and Josephine, spending his money and banking her own, rode on the necks of her admirers. What a flaming time of lurid pat riotism it was! In the great hotels, foremost in the vast entertainment for charity Josephine lived.on high. It was at this ..time that Qloissy evolved his famous scent, Parfum Josephine! > - ‘ ‘ < Judge Marvin Kelly, white, ruddy of face, still the solid substantial figure of unshakable integrity, read the lists of casualties in the club, the same dub wherig he had so of ten sat with his friend, Gilbert Van — L-'. Insist OAT BAYER ASPIRIN The Bayer cress is not merely a trade-mark, but a symbol of safety. The-name Bayer tells you that it cannot depress the heart. The tablet that’s stamped Bayer dissolves so quickly you get instant relief from the pain. There’s no unpleasant taste or odor to tablets of Bayer manufacture; no injurious ingredients to upset the system. Tablets bearing the familiar Bayer cross have no coarse particles to irritate throat or stomach. THEFAMIlYf JDOCTOR JOHN JOSEPH GAINES, i STAYING HEALTHY For a long time I have been thinking that there is more praise for the man or woman who prevents the invasion of disease, than for the people who ejaim the credit of curing diseased conditions. I believe most diseases are preventable; then, why not devote a good measure of our energy to keeping disease off, and, thereby, not becoming ill? Your family doctor will tell you that he would gladly seek some ocxier means of making a living, if by so doing he could banish sick ness from the land. He devotes much of his time to “preventive medicine,” thus seemingly trying to work himself out of a job. No “cult” that I know of spends much of its time that way. When I tell you that leaf-vegetables, lettuce and such like, are the best ‘roughage” for your digestive tracts, I am trying to ward off the possible evils of commercialized products. When I advise a soft, and varied diet, of good, nutritious, plain food, with temperate habit of eating, I am advising against disease. When I assure you against the awful six-o’clock dinner and the no breakfast plan, I am giving advice that will bear fruit in length of days. I have spent many years in close observation. When I write you that excess of certain vitamins produces a con dition much like hardening of the arteries, you may as well quit trying to select vitamins that you think you need—you may be doing the seller of that particular “vitamin” a favor, but yourself much harm. And when I tell you that the food that you like,—the sorts that “set well” on your stomach, eaten in moderate quantity, with plenty of saliva—are best for you, and will give you all the vitamins you really need—you may depend upon it without worry. <■=. IMB i‘V ■ -v- i: ' m 3:yr-v--'' wmm i : -- r- • ' i. •'.V-i'PiWKMf v-jW/SX-W'''-/ .u *- r S0SS i " ^BUSMgl Rsaaissa mm $ .|jr “Men hung at her elbow, bent over her, pursued her with the intensity of wild infatuation.” began to soar and touched a point' Horn. The old Avenue had where the stock could not be bought at any price. Five hundred seen many stirring marches, and the day when the great Liberty Loan Par- dollars a share was offered but few ade swept up the Avenue he had were wise enough to sell. | marched. But his eyes looked down Rantoul’s new place at South- j the columns of killings, down the hampton, bought lock, stock, and ^sts of the lost, the lists of wound- cellar from a German dye man, un- ed > and then he found it. der suspicion and therefore subject John Breen, Major, 11th En- to forced sale, appeared in pic- gineers. Wounded at Argonne For- tures in the Sunday papers. It was a very elaborate place and became the scene of the famous Allied Fair, the great open air charity fete un der the management of the notor ious Fulgence Torpillier, the Society Ace. Seventy-five per cent of the money taken was clear profit, f@r Torpillier. But Jospehine, in very was set down as transcendent cour- est. “Poor Gilbert. I can almost feel him here, looking at this, but no, he would have been across too.” John Breen had departed for the war. John had no particular de sire to fight, or to live. His utter carelessness, as is often the case becoming frocks, things with the ut, was many times a millionaire.. .... ^ Hantoul. at a dollar a year, also i ne * " lll ‘ t , ary effect ' da " n ray > to country while his New and ^y blue, carried on her fllrta- 1 tions with an ever widening effect. Ybdt office, in Pine Street, burned wttb. activity. At the very begin- nW ^ the wild time, a Russian,, , x . . Commission, headed by a Grand take of bemg bound up In any one Xhike- and carrying an unlimited credit. friD to the wales -of Jose phine. A neoteric cult to which Ac subscribed included several Wm—'m*,** who, in return for lavish entertainment, inducted the Grand and his advisers to the genial ntmQspfejKne St. Bcrtsblph and the mercies of the great St. Rantoul after this killing, in which Josephine felt she held a charter iifterest, fell into the ex- psuutxn.'g schemes of George St. Ahna&t without trying, and be- Josephine “Clever, you Inxrwr he found himself on the in- aidv Shdll Case TtonsriEdated a age. He was decorated with the Croix de Guerre. A month later he forgot it somewhere, and never mentioned it. He concentrated on engineering. “John has been wounded.” Mar vin Kelly met Josephine in the St. Botolph. The war was on its last legs. John had survived. “He’ll lecherous eyes at bold telephones 1 probably never get back to the tarts, girls who looked upon him as She felt no fidelity among admir ers; she never made the fatal mis- man. Poor Rantoul, chanting his little private ditty, at times casting a prospective sugar papa, to employ terse terms of the time, nursed a front.” A look of great concern came into Josephine’s eyes. “And they’ve pinned a few medals on burning jealousy. The sad part of Croix de Guerre,” he add- his predicament was his real love ed - for Josephine, based upon nothing but futility. The splurge she made, the bills she ran, the countless worthless fol lowers who rode in his cars, drank his liquor, ate his food, began to tell on him. Men hung at her el bow, bent over her, pursued her With the intensity of wild infatua tion. Then things began to get a That night Josephine dressed in somber black, her blond hair gleaming. Collar and cuffs of fine white lace gave her the severe air of a very high class domestic; a simple gown, close fitting and ex pensive. “Gerrit, I’m going across. I feel it my duty.” Then the armistice uproar swept the greater city, the floodgates of relief deluged the avenues and cross streets with filing ticker tape and scraps of paper. The town was wild, crazy. Josephine, in a be coming uniform of olive drab, with a shiny Sam Browne belt, sailed from the scene of her triumps leav ing a trail of bills and an army of domestic servants to the tender dis position of her aged spouse. Judge Marvin Kelly, as trustee of her private forturie, smiled at the complete and thorough manner in which this very capable and prac tical woman had built up the re sources of the forutne of Van Horn. . Mrs. Wentworth left for Ken tucky. “Thank heaven, for a rest,” she said. , “When you see John, give him my regards.”. Judge Kelly had approved e'ertain arrangements as to real estate. •’ * “Dear Marvin, how lovely of you to think of him.” She kissed the solid old sachem, and was gone. Gerrit Rantoul, .• always the gentleman, to all outward appear ances, took her to the steamer and then turned back to the city to sur vey the wreck. That cur St. James, was a rotter. Jason, Fill more, and Jones, a paper company, was on the edge of complete disin tegration. Gerrit. Rantoul strug gled like a Christian to unload his stock on others before the inevit able crash. The Southampton place went at a sacrifice. The luxurious apart ment in the Du Barry followed. Rantoul could hardly keep ten feet ahead of the wolves. “Old Rantoul’s on the run.” The word was on the street. His credit evaporated. By the most desperate effort he saved a few thousands, here and there, and by moving back to his fraternity club, a rath er stuffy place, with college trim mings, he managed to hold his own in the city. One thing he did not do. He never cried for help. He might be a coward, a quitter ,a rot ter, and all of the things people thought of him, but he never shout ed for assistance from his rich wife. “Damn her!” Gerrit Rantoul hat ed Josephine. Hated her so he could not find words to express his aversion. Yet, when at last a let ter came from her, he trembled, trembled, as he tore it open, and cursed her. Dear G. I have just seen John. The dear boy looks so splendid in his uniform. He is so fit and brown and has completely recover ed from his wound. He is in Paris with a commission, an engineering expert. He says that great man. Almon Strauss, had them send for him—Think of it. Almon Strauss, the man you once almost got inter ested in those Peruvian mines. John is a hero, and he has the Croix de Guerre and such lovely ribbons. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) X ■. Errors in judgment are respon sible for at least half the. flying accidents, says a British expert on aviation insurance. BftUCt barton • • -It)rite* o/" , ‘THE E \lASTER EXECUTIVE” Supplying a weelv-toweek inspiration for the heavy- burdened who will hnd every human trial paralleled inthe experiences of ‘‘The Man Nobody Knows.* V. • • i * A * 4<« »• •/-Js:’! A STRONG MAN SPEAKS The mineral pyrite got its name from a Greek word meaning fire, because' sparks are produced when pryite is struck with iron.’ '' First, .in considering Jesus as a healthy strong man; reiad of his power of healing. He was teaching one day in Capernaum, in a house crowded to the doors; when a commotion occurred in the courtyard. A man sick in bed for years had heard reports of his marvelous power, and persuaded four friends td carry him to the house. Now at the very entrance their way was blocked. The eager listeners Inside would not give way even to a sick man; they refused to sacrifice a single word. Sorrowfully the four friends started to carry the invalid back to his house again. •But the poor fellow’s will was strong even if his body was weak. Ris ing on his elbow he insisted that they take him up the stairway on the outside of the house and lower him through the roof. They protested, but he was inflexible. It was his only chance for health and he would not give it up until everything had been tried. So at length they consented, and, in the midst of a sentence the teacher was inter rupted dramatically; the sick man lay helpless at his feet. Jesus stopped and bent down, taking the flabby hand in his firm grasp; his face was lighted with a wonderful smile. “Son, thy sins are forgiven thee,” he said. “Rise, take up thy bod and walk.” The sick man was stupefied. “Walk!” He had never expected to walk again. Didn’t this stranger understand that he had been bed ridden for years? Was this some sort of cruel jest to make him the laughing-stock of the crowd? A bitter protest rushed to his lips; he started to speak and then halting himself, he looked up^—utf to the calm assurance of those blue eyes, the supple strength of those muscles, the ruddy skin that testified to the rich blood beneath—and the healing occurred! It was as though health poured out of that strong body into the weak one like electric current from a dynamo. The invalid felt the blood quicken in his palsied limbs; a faint flush crept into his drawn cheeks; almost involuntarily he tried to rise and found to his joy that he could! “Walk!” Do you suppose for one minute that a weakling, utter ing that syllable, would have produced any result? If the Jesus who looked down on that pitiful wreck had been the Jesus of the painters, the sick man would have dropped back with a scornful sneer and mo tioned his friends to carry him out. But the health of the teacher was irresistible; it seemed to cry out, “Nothing is impossible, if only your will power is strong enough.” And the man who so long ago had sur rendered to despair, rose and gathered up his bed and went away, heal ed—like hundreds of others in Galilee—by strength from an overflow ing fountain of strength. Next Week: The Physical Jesus Copyright, Bobbs-Merrili Co. Experience Service Facilities Those are the important things in measuring the worth of a funeral director, and should be borne in mind when you have occasion to choose one DISTANCE IS NO HINDRANCE TO OUR SERVICE and there is no additional charge for service out of town J. S. STROM Main Street lr_: McCormick, S. C.