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so that she need not see the look of doubt and suffering in Johns eyes. A familiar voice behind her caught her ear-the voice of the girl who had sold her the lace.
 Well, can't help it, can l." 1t said, 'if he sends me f1owers?"
 No, no," came a deep response Leila knew. 1t was the f1oorwalker- but just tell me you're not-oh, him, are you? always thought you knew how I felt, but when I saw those flowers and asked if he had given them to you-why, knew then what 1t was to be jealous, and then decided to make you promise tonight to marry me. But if you're promised to him--if you let him spend all his money on flowers like that
 Leila resolutely turned back to John.
 Who was that pretty girl in the subway with you this afternoon, John?" she demanded.
 That pretty girl? That was my cousin Lucy-from Montreal. Uncle Bob telegraphed me to meet her at the Uptown station to take her down to the steamboat dock to meet my aunt. They're going to Europe. But I don't see what that's got to do with those confounded flowers"
 T do," said Leila, smilingly through her tear-fllled eyes, "Oh, Iahu- SEa AAa1 such c Gnoaa. John.
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a JOlt.
 But to sit almost opposite her, Leila Hilborn, the girl who had the day before promised to be his wife, openly flirting with somebody else, without even so much as appearing to notice her, was too much. And although Leila kept sensibly telling herself that she detested Jealousy, she finally owned up to herself that she was madly, furiously jealous of John West.
 Her thoughts came back to the lace on the counter.
 'Tll take this,' she said to the pretty little saleswoman-a fair haired young girl, whose rosy mouth dropped unhappily at the corners and whose blue eyes moodily followed the movements of MT. Thomas Finch, floorwafKer in the face and embroid- cry department, as he conversed in a friendly manner over an exchange check with striking brunette at the opposite counter.
 'I said I would take this lace, Leila repeated sternly.
 ''I beg your pardon" said the girl. How much do you want?"
 Seven yards" said Leila
 The saleswoman, Hester Clark pulled off fold after fold of the heavy lace, always watching from under her long lashes the man and woman at the opposite counter. She care lessly measured of six yards of the lace.
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was jealous. Just wait a minute.~
 She turned suddenly to the girl be- hind her who was trying to explain away the presence of the costly or chids.
 Should you mind," said Leila, eff took back the flowers I gave you this afteFnoon?"
 Hester Clark started at the sound of the familiar voice.
 You did give them to me, didn't you P she asked, "this afternoon. be- cause I was so blue and downheart- ed"
 f"Ye,' said Leila, laughing, "be- cause you were so awfully interested in young. .Aoorwalker who was talk ing with girl at the counter oppo- site.''
 She turned away from the happy but embarrassed faces.
 "John." she whispered, as the cur tain started up, 'I bought the roses. Here are my f1owers-the ones you sent me. let somebdy else have them because I was jealous of that pretty little cousin-I sat opposite you in the subway and you never noticed me. And thought the fow- CTS might make the other girl happy"
 Leila sought and found forgiveness in John-West's eyes before the lights went out; and she knew that the two behind her were as happy as she and JeAA UAse-
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ings, when he encountered Joan wais- ing for him.
 Good night, Robert" she said, shaking hands with him, and then quickly taking her hand from him she looked at him with flushed cheeks.
 Don't you suppose we've played this sort of thing long enough? Your father has been entirely converted, hasn't he?" she asked.
 Why, yes, Jean, he has," tho young man said hastily. "The fact is, he forbade my coming here any more. Then when I said something about our being ngaged-as we agreed-he was perfectly frantic. He barely spoke to me this morning and he said he'd call on your father if didn't break it off at once"
 Then we can stop, can't we?" Jean asked.
 Just because he says SO? Of course not, Jean. I'll continue to call on you whenever I care to-that is, if you don't positively object. Do you think I'm going to be ordered about like a child? I've stood it long enough. First I was told to marry you, whether I would or not; and now, just when I'm getting to know you in a natural sort of way, I'm told to stop coming here, to forget you entirely-'
 Robert stopped short, his hands clenched with anger and excitement. Jean" he continued, taking her hand in his, I'm going to make you love me and I'm going to marry you anyway. I never half knew you till you-let go a little"
 And it was so easy to let go, Rob- ert," Jean whispered, but she got no further.
 The front door, left ajar according to the Gilpin ideas of hospitality, had suddenly opened, and Mir Hastings presented himself. Robert, hot with anger. faced his father with Jean 3 1 hand still in his.
 MT. Hastings attempt at gravity was useless. "Bless you, my chil- 1 dren," he said, 'I couldn't keep the i joke to myself any longer" He was shaking hands with his son ] and the bewildered Jean. 'I must | tell your father, Jean. He'll under , stand. I've been using Thompson tact to advantage"
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around. Day followed day, and trip followed trip, and at the end of ten days Miss Annette asked of the gar dener: Well, Thomas, how do you like the new chauffeur?"
 Fine young man, miss-very fine, but the wife can't exactly make him out"
 why, he reads poetry a great deal when he is by himself, and some times We cant exactly make out his big words. He can't be a duke in disguise, can he?"
 Miss Annette had noticed a few strange things herself, and she would have given more heed to the gar dener's words had she not that morn ing received a letter from her girl friend, Miss Tempest, one paragraph of which read:
 ''Wil and I were foolish enough to quarrel, and it's all over between us. I am coming to see you to get sym pathy. I won't admit to anyone but you that I love him and am heart broken. I shall look for you to meet me at the 10 o'clock train Wednesday forenon. For mercy's sake, be pre- pared to call me a foolish girl and then cheer me up"
 Charles was notified that his serv- ices would be required at a certain hour, and he was on hand with the auto. Ten minutes before train time Miss Annette was at the depot pre- pared to take her friend in her arms and pat her cheek and call her a lit tie goose
 As for Charles. he was left in ig- norance of who was expected. As he waited with the auto he gave 1t an inspection, and had just finished when two young ladies approached him. One of them handed him a trav- cling bag and 8 trunk check, and said: "As soon as you can bring out
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ings7 He could make anyone do anything he wanted him to. Diplo- macy, I suppose you'd call 1t; but we always called 1t Thompson tact
 "I remember when by husband and Q stubborn man he is. tOO-had charge of fhe tennis courts when the cluB stavtei he was bound there should bs three turf courts and only one dirJ Cle Fancy! Well, every 5uiy was excited about 1t and he was Sulux wight ahead with his own notipa. Then one day MT. Thompson zmi.ed and said that he wanted four turf courts and didn't want any oth-
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the three turf courts he had wanted and the thing went through just as everyone wanted it." Here she low cred her voice and whispered: And he doesn't know to this day that NIT. Thompson was jus Ising tact"
 Min" assented ..obert from the top of the ladder. mot a bad idea. that"
 A few minutes later the work of the committee was completed and Jean was the first to leave. As Hast ings saw the girls face through the door, with the wind in her hair, he suddenly remarked: "Oh, Bob, go
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making when a young man who had been sitting on the veranda of the village inn with his after-breakfast cigar performed a feat that will be long remembered by the chaps who sit around with their hands in their pockets
 He threw away his cigar, rushed down the steps and poised himself for a spring when the auto should reach him in making its circles. Men yelled at him, but he gave them no heed. At just the right moment he made a spring for the passing car, and those who looked to find him being rolled under the wheels saw him in the seat beside the chauffeur. It took him a few seconds to strai ght- en up and then things happened.
 A blow from an iron fist settled the chauffeur, and three seconds later the machine was at rest. As it came to a stop the fellow was hauled from his seat and slammed on the ground three or four times and then thrown aside.
 Thank you. sir-thank you!" called Miss Annette to the stranger as he turned to face her and lifted his hat.
 Don't mention 1t. Your mother appears to be badly shaken. Would 1t not be well for you to go into the inn for a few minutes while I look the machine over and see if anything is out Of repair?''
 For fifteen minutes, while the stranger examined and investigated in a manner to show that he was thoroughly familiar with the ma chine, the tdlers asked each other who he was without becoming any wiser. He was congratulated on his pluck and luck, but he merely smiled in reply.
 In the inn, while the mother was
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great performance of his2 Just one chance in a hundred that he'd make good. I'll ask him if he'll drive you out.''
 Mir Morrison was brought into the parlor, and he said he'd be only too happy. When the ladies were seated he took his place and all went well. There was considerable whispering behind his back en route, and what it was all about be learned when the auto came to a halt at the door of tho manor house.
 ''Of course," Miss Annette said, James can't come back. Father will get a new chauffeur in town, but it may be a couple of weeks first, as he is away on a yachting trip. Mean while-'
 You have no one to drive?''
 That's it. Mother is not very well and the doctor says she must be out in the afr a good deal. If you are a chauffeur out of 8 place"
 "I could come, but ' have no rec concentrations. I did not ask for one when I left my last place"
 T see," unused the girl. You should have a letter, but as mother thinks you are a safe driver you might take the place until father comes. The gardener has a cottage. and you can board and lodge with him. As to the salary, you can settle that with father. He will be liberal with you. By what name shall call your"
 Charles, If you please"
 Well, Charles, you can put the machine away. You will be notified when wanted"
 There was twenty-mile trip through the country next day, and the ladies were delighted with Charles driving. He was deferential and modest and won praise all
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"Oh, be sure to put that in the best place." Mrs. Jones answered. Not that MT. Thompson was a whit better president than you, MT. Hast inEs, for he wasn't. Here, Robert, call the steward to do that. You'll certainly break your neck or smash your thumbs. Oh. well, all right. There; that's a fine place for MT. Thompson. right opposite the door"
 Such a way as that man had. too. You remember. don't you, Mir Hast
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CTS at all.
 Everyone was thunderstruck, and MT. Thompson insisted till my hus- band forgot all about what he had said in the beginning and read up on dirt courts till he was a regular ex- pert, and then MT. Thompson. grad ually. just as if he was being con vinced, let my husband argue him over.
 Here Mrs. Jones laughed. Mir. Jones never said another word about
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two men, father and son, took the girl home. As they left her a few minutes later, Robert held her hand at least three times as long as he had ever held a girls hand in his life
 Jean and Robert had kept their agreement for almost a week and so successful had it proved at the outset that he had called every evening" retiring, to be sure, to the seclusion
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 T--zz==7n committee, We three
 .:: ;. x: @ : :. 5: 5. ." : <: : .: $ = $: <. <: <: DSS tsASA w Mrs. Jones stood in HN &NA VI the middle of the bare Ie flEM# room of the new club l sSNyAl house and looked crit # sSggEEMl ically at the broad lEja5fH expanse of undecorat- lE4szR ed wall Then, pull
 ing of her gloves and looking with teasing smile at Rob srt Hastings. che went on:
 ''I see how you manage 1t, Robert. Nothing like being the son of the president Of the club, and having anyone you want appointed on your committees. And only last month you and Jean were on the house com mittee togetheri"
 ''FIddlesticks!" replied the young man abruptly. "On my word of honor I didn't know Jean was on the committee till you told me. Come, let's look over these pictures and have them ready 10 hang"
 Here she Is now. the deari'' ex- claimed Mrs. Jones, hurrying to greet the newcomer, a frank-eyed young girl. whose graceful step and fresh color declared her athletic distinc- Atbn- DAe lOOkNu hQL4IlLEslE aL ROD STt as soon as che was free from Mrs, Jones' embrace.
 Cant help 1t. Jean. Pm not re- sponsible," said the young man with an air of indifference, as he arranged the pictures in a row against the wall for inspection.
 The club house door swung noisily open and the president. MT. Hastings. entered the room. He was an ath- ietic. white-haired maG. past middle eEe, whose pleasant, frank eyes and 5imple smile always brought the light into Jenn's glrlish face.
 'This is good" he said laying a fatherly hand on her shoulder. You and Bob are doing good team work again. How you have Improved the place. Mrs. Jones! A fire there Ou tho hearth. thess pictures in piEca, Gri we'll be shtP-sbaFe."
 'l gay, Mrs. Jones' saiG Robert, holding up framed photograph Cf a placid. middle-sged men for iuspec- tion. Where does this go?"
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doing it half way"
 That night, after the other guests at the Hastings house had left, Rob ert stood talking in the hall with Jean Gilpin, and as his father watched the girl smiling into the young mans face and saw his son gathering the folds of her evening cape around her, Robert whispered:
 T didn't imagine you could look
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of an available sitting room, where, with his pipe and books. he had passed the time, free from Jeans in terTuption, but not entirely to his own satiEfaction
 He was leaving after his fifth call, going quietly through the hall to the front door at the stroke of Il, as he had done on the previous eyen-
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like that, Jean. You're wonderful"
 As Robert seized his hat to take her home, his fathers face showed look of disapproval. "I'll take Jean home tonight, Robert" he said. ''I have an errand, and there's no use of our both going"
 But Robert insisted, and Jean looked entreatingly at him. So the
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getting her nerve back, Miss Annette was asking the landlord numerous questions and he was replying:
 He arrived yesterday and gave the name of Morrison. Hasn't much
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train and we'll go back home. We'll have to get a carriage"
 Why not let Morrison take you back fin the auto? He surely knows how to run one. Say, wasn't that a
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baggage, and can't exactly make him out. Isn't a tramp and I don't think he's rich. Sits and smokes and thinks a good deal Wrote three let
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them up befVTe they were finished" James shall never drive the auto again"
 ''I guess he's taken a skip"
 Mother is too nervous to take the
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 wards Lyndhurst, where they were to take tho train for the city, and the cheuSeur, WEo had started out stead- fly enough. hed seemed suddenly to grew reckleGe. Ihe ladies were Miss Annette Chalmers and her mother, wife and dhushterSof @ broker, who had e home iu the country.
 " do believe he has been drink ing," whispered the mother, as, in turning out to pass a wognn, tho auto was almost ditched.
 James. tell you to be more care full" commanded the young woman.
 It was still @ mile to Lyndhurst. The chauffeur growled something in reply and then put on full speed and paid no further heed to screams or commands. As the village was reached, he went circling around the public square. shouting and whoop- ing. and those who watched the ma- chine expected to see a tragedy every moment.
 Mrs. Chalmers was too terrified evon to scream. and Miss Annette dared make no move for fear of bring ing about the thing she dreaded. The idlers simply looked on. l. was not tn their power to halt the machine.
 It had circled the square a dozen times in a cloud of dust of its own
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ter with you 2"
 Nothing ma 'aIl |"
 "%CU aTs driving very TeclIleS5jy this morning. We are not ir e hurry and dent want suCb speed. 70
 AE automobile con- tatEing two ladies was speeding along the country highway tD-
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 for the first time in her life; Jealous of John West, and angry with herself for being Jealous. John West had, as everyone believed, fallen desper- ately in love with Leila, and she had found herself entirely captivated by the strong, sincere man who pleaded with her. Yesterday she had prom ised to marry him.
 To-day had opened happily. There had been a letter from John in the morning mail, and a letter to write to him; and there had been a won dcrful bunch of orchids in the middle of the morning, and a suggestion by telephone that they go to the theater in the evening.
 But Leila's unhappiness lurked in the subway. When she entered the train to go down town to shop, her heart had Ieaped at recognition of Johns broad back ahead of her, She dad started toTSard him, but she hesi-
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BY LINKS COLE.

ILA HILBORN ab- sently fingered the expensive lace on the counter before her. Her fine, straight brows were puckeTed and her dark, oval cheeks were flushed. Her eyes looked black and angry.
 Leila was angry,
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BY ELSIE ENDICOTT.

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Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1919-12-05

Coming-Corinne Griffith in eThir
Ice"
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o B 1T u A r Y

DlED-At the home of his daughter,
Mrs. J. NJ. Bracket in Fort Mill Sat
urday night, Mr.. JOHN FRANKLIN
LYTLE aged 50 years. Interment was
in New Unity cemetery Sunday after
noon following funeral services con-
duced by Rev. w. r. Bouknight, pastor
of st. Johns Methodist church. The
deceased was born in York county
August 90, 1910. He was married in
May, 1871, to Miss Elizabeth Dunlap,
who died in July, 1916, and is survived
by the following children: Thomas F.
Lytle, Arthur c. Lytle and Mrs. j. M.
Bracket, of Fort Mill; Mrs. J. w. Will
son, Mrs. Samuel Nunnerv, and MIR
Margaret Rainey, of Rock Hill, and
Mrs. r. K. Wingate, Of TirZah.
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SECRETARY REDFIELD SAYS:

"You might build up the railroads
until they are ten tracks wide and Fl
the rivers with steamers and still tn
farmer would not be served.
What's the answer? Motor trucks
If by motor transportation, th'
farmer can more readily dispose
his crops, the incentive for him t.
plant larger crops is greater. Th
result Is bigger crops, readily an
widely distributed, and better mar
ketS.
Thousands of American farmer
are putting the Indiana Farm Truck
to work because it pays from every
angle.
For farm hauling, where the loads
are heavy and speed is often required,
it Is no secret that no truck fills th'
purpose like this Indiana Farm Truck.
The manufacturers Of Indiana
Trucks had the peculiar needs Of tn
farmer in mind in building this spe
cial farm model.
A striking feature Of the indiana
Farm Truck is it's portable powe
unit, with which a farmer can p
water, run q cream separator, q corr
shelter, an ensilage cutter, a con
crete mixer, q wood saw, feed grind
er-or any machine using a belt drive.
It gives you power where you wan
it, when you want it-dOwn in the
wood lot, in the barn, up in the house
any where there is work to be done
The Carolina Motor Company, 0
Statesville, n. c., are the State Dis
tributors, and expect to have several
of them in operation in this section II
the very near future.
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NOTICE TO TREsPAssERS.

ALL persons, without distinction as
"A to race or color, are hereby warned
against hunting, fishing, cutting timber
or otherwise trespassing on lands own
ed or controlled by the undersigned.
Disregard Of this notice will be pro-
secuted to the full extent Of the law.
j. J. BRYAN,
w ct "a ]. r. BRYAN.
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FARM
FOR SALE
STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA
County of York.

Under and by virtue of power OF
~ attorney and sale executed by the
owners thereof, namely: by b. G.
Bradley and others, devisees anC
heirs-at-la of Mrs. Lucy f. Bradle!
late of CASTOR County, n. c., will
on Wednesday. December II, 1919. at
p. m, offer for sale on the premise:
near Piedmont Springs, S. c., and W:
sell the following described lands
York County, South Carolina, namely
/. Beginning at aPost Oak stumI
Mrs. NJ. A. McElwee's and Alex Loves
corner, thence, South S63-4 West
20.33 to Stone. Piedmont Springs cor
ner, thence North IA East 80 new
line, to Pine Knot, on Mrs. McElwee'
line, thence North 601-2 East 1850 t.
Chestnut (down) on Road, thence
North So 1-2 East ! 1,490 to Pine Knot
thence South 71-2 East u, to Pin'
Knot, thence South IS West 25 to he.
ginning corner. Containing eighty
five acres, moro OF less.
Terms Cash.
This the third day Of December 1919
81 sw At w. T. LOVE.
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Ramah and Beersheba.
Enon, Glover and Union.
Glover Circuit.

Kings Mountain Chapel-Sunday
school at 10 j. m. Preaching at IL q.
m. st. Paul-Sunday school at 2.SO j.
m. Preaching at $50 p. m. Clover
Preaching at p. m.
H. A. Whitten, Pastor.
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J. Q. WRAY, Manager.
BACK With MULES

T HAVE just returned from st. Louis
with a carload of Mules, personally
selected ly me to meet local require
ments. They are at my barns on East
jefferson Street, and shall be pleased
to talk Mules to all who are interested.
Come and see me. P. w. LOVE.
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Fl Y M E N E A L

MARRIED-At West End Baptist
parsonage, Rock Hill, Dec. 2, Rev. j.
c. Lawson, officiating, Mrs. ELVIRA
BARNHILL and Mr.. JOHN r. REC
TOR.
At the Methodist parsonage in Rock
Hill, Wednesday evening by Rev. Mr..
Welsh. Mr.. THOS. w. JONES and
Miss MARY HOKE SMITH, both OF
Font Mill township.
At st. Matthews, S. c., November
II, by Rev. Daniel Iverson, Miss
KATHLEEN RITCH Of Glover and Mr..
HART T. ORR of Charlotte. Mr.. and
Mrs. Orr will reside in Charlotte. The
bride is the daughter of Mr.. w. f.
Ritch of Clover.