Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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THE NEWBERRY SUN FRIDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1950 i FIRESTONE HOME AND AUTO SUPPLIES NEWBERRY, S. C. Holiday Notice WE WILL BE CLOSED Monday, Christmas Day, December 25th and Tuesday, December 26th ‘‘We're running into a snow storm,'’ Roger exclaimed. swirling white cloud. We'd better put the top up.” He pressed the proper button, but nothing happened. Then he swerved the car over to the edge of the road, got out and tugged at the folded-back canvas. “Frozen shut!” he growled disgustedly. Roger climbed back into the car and raced the motor. The wheels spun helplessly. “Now what!” be groaned. “You got out of the track when you pulled over,” Sue said. “Look out, or we’ll sink in so deep we’ll never get out.” But Roger stubbornly continued to press his foot on the accelerat or, while the wheels settled farther and farther down into the snow. *T give up,” he said finally. JfFTER A F^W moments of un- comfortable silence Roger grumbled, “That’s the trouble with this God-forsaken part of the coun try. If we were anywhere around Chicago a hundred cars would have come along by this time.” “Yes, but most of them wouldn’t stop; and we’d be spattered with dirty slush instead of covered with clean, white snow.” Sue snapped. “Say,” Roger interrupted excit edly. “A car Is coming. See those lights glimmering way down the road?” “It’s Johnny!” Sue screamed, her voice shrill with relief "For the lova pete,” Johnny boomed, climbing out into the road “Are you two trying to com mit suicide or something?” Sue laughed hysterically and practically hugged his outstretched arm. “Roger’s car is stuck, the top is stuck—” “And now I'm stuck with two ex tra passengers.” Johnny finished. “Well, climb aboard, everybody. I can take you only as far as Grand ma’s, though. I wouldn’t venture any farther than that tonight, even in old faithful^ here.” He patted a battered fender lovingly “That’s plenty far enough for me,” Sue exclaimed. She was al ready climbing into the front seat” “You’ll find another robe in the back seat,” she said firmly, as Roger started to turn the front door handle. Johnny looked at Sue, and a slow happy smile spread over his face. “Sure, Roger, hop in,*' be said heartily. “On second thought, I guess I’U stay until you send a truck back; might not be able to find the car again in the drifts.” Roger smiled weakly. “Could I borrow one of those robes, though?” “Sure thing.” Johnny climbed into his car and handed out a heavy one. “It’ll only be a few min ute’s wait.” As the motor began to roar,"Sue slid over and put her arm through Johnny’s. “I hope you’ve made mistakes sometimes, too,” she said fait crinkly. , “Listen, darling,” Johnny an swered warmly, giving her hand a squeeze. “Didn’t you ever hear that all’s well that ends well?” Ofd Faitfjfof To Tfie Rescue m - ...v.-j** By Dorothy Boys Kilian R OGER TOOK one hand off the wheel of the convertible and started to put it around Sue’s waist. She edged away. “It takes two hands to drive on these snowy roads.” she explained, laughing nervously. Why had she drawn away, she wondered. Mightn’t she have ex pected Roger to be pretty c?.cky? Maybe it was because she felt guilty as she saw that they would soon be passing Grandma Mason’s farm. She remembered the sceno at her home several nights ago. “Oh, Johnny, I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to go with you this New Year’s Eve.” Johnny, her acknowledged escort ever since they had been Juniors in high school, looked incredulous. “But, Sue, we always go out to Grandma’s watch party. Hasn’t it been fun other years?” "Yes, it has,” Sue had agreed. “But Roger Tremaine—you know, the boy whose folks come to that big lakeshore cottage every sum mer—wrote to ask me to spend New Year’s Eve with him. His family is coming up for a country holiday.” “We’re running into a snow storm,” Roger exclaimed as they suddenly became engulfed in ' a By John Scott Douglas T he driver said, "it’s a straight walk, and a pretty lit tle cottage, but maybe all you’ll find there will be trouble, Hal.” Hal Lennard stepped from the car and said, *T’ll deserve it, Ed.” “Seeing the New Year in doesn't mean much to me, Hal. Call the Ashes, and I’ll leave early if she makes it too hot for you.” Hal smiled and started briskly along the walk. But his steps grad ually slowed. Ed might be right. This visit could be awkward. It wasn’t easy to face a woman who had loved you and from whom you’d run away. He’d chosen the night deliber ately. (For it was on New Year’s Eve, exactl> 11 years ago, that he’d stood on the parapet outside the Skylight Room with Carol Cam eron). looking down at the city’s lights, listening to sirens announc ing the new year. Impulsively, he’d said, “Will you marry me. Carol?” There was none of the coquette in Carol “Of course. Hal. I’ve in tended to since pigtail days.” Now that memory made his knock uncertain Within, he heard quick, light steps, and the door opened. "How good of you to come, Hal.” Her voice still had a bell-like tone. She didn’t switch on the light as she led the way into the living room A dog nuzzled his leg as he sat down. "Here, Thora,” she said. “Kind of you to let me come, Carol,” he began awkwardly. “I wanted to make my peace before another year rolled around.” “It was a shock,” she admitted quietly “Having a man ask you to marry him as the New Year broke. It was on New Year’s Eve, 11 years ago, that he’d stood on the parapet with Carol Cameron. and then at noon next day receiv ing that telegram saying that you were going away and to forgive you.” “I had a kid idea that I wanted to work at whatever I pleased, wherever I pleased. Fancy free, and tied to no responsibilities.” B Y THE TIME I’d seen some of the country and part of Mexi co, the war came, and I went into the merchant marine for the ex citement nnd big money. Crossed the Atlantic in convoys a few times before I had the bad luck to sail on a tanker that was torpedoed in the Caribbean.” He described the confusion of the green crew, how he had been forced to swim through burning pH, and had then drifted in a life jacket for hours before being res cued. Months in a marine hospital had followed. “It was the massage treatments there.” he explained, “that made me decide to become a masseur. Now I have two assistants. But I shouldn’t be talking so much when you haven’t mentioned your acci dent.” Before she quite finished, horns and sirens began blaring. “The New Year already, Ha!. How quickly the time has passed.” “It always did for us, remem ber?” “It's a nice idea—a fresh new year when people can resolve to lead better lives, start afresh and leave their mistakes behind.” His voice was husky: "Could that be us, Carol? I’d like to make a fresh start, with you, darling, if you could forgive me.” She was silent so long that he added, “I wouldn’t run away a second time.” “I’m not thinking of that, my dear. I’m too happy to think. But maybe I should. There would be problems for us, Hal.” “None we couldn’t meet if we had courage.” He found her lips and this time there was no parapet to steady himself. But he felt the dog beside him and gripped its harness. A tail began to thump his leg. “I believe Thora likes me,” he said. “2 hope she’ll like Buck.” “She should. They’re oi opposite sexes,” Carol said. “That should keep our - seeing-eye dogs from fighting, shouldn’t it, darling?** 3 FRIENDS SQUARE GROCERY 1018 Main Street 2 £ ..IT’S time we took a few minutes to wish you the best of everything at this glad Season of the year. GEORGE KT. MARTIN Radio and Television i ♦ for each of you.- T. M. ROGERS & SON Newberry, S. C. LOMINICK’S DRUG STORE 1411 MAIN STREET Phone 148 Wt WELLS THEATRE NEWBERRY, S. C. so we'll just add our good wishes, too. NEWBERRY MONUMENT COMPANY J. B. COWARD, Prop.