Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1936-11-06

1.-THE poor little girl! Quick, Til
lie, bring some cold water, and then
turn down the bed in the spare
room. l guess all this terrible ex-
elements been too much for her"
When Maris opened her eyes
again, she found herself in a cool,
dormer-winae<ed room with snowy
white curtains at the windows and
a big bowl Of flowers Or the win
dow ledge. She looked slowly
around her. Where was she, she
wondered. 1t was a pretty room,
but how had she ever got there?
Then the generous-bosomed wo-
man in the quaint flowered-sprig-
ed cotton gown who was sitting by
her side said, Feeling some better
now, my dear?"
"Oh, yes" she whispered. "I'm
afraid Eve been an awful nuisance
to you. l must get home"
"No, no, o yet. You couldn't
rise just yet, but if you can tell me
where your friends are, I'll call
them up"
"Oh, but that would scare Pat
sy. I'd better talk to her myself"
She tried to rise, but slumped back
, on the pillows again.
"There, my dear, you mustn't
try just yet. Won't you let me talk
to your folks I'll be mighty care
full what l say-tell them just
what you want me to-
"All right. I guess you'd bet
ter" Maris said, and told her Pat
sy's number. Then she fell asleep
again.
1t was late afternoon when she
woke, and through the open win
dow drifted in the gay hum of a
laggard bee, and the fragrance of
fall flowers. She closed her eyes
again as once more she thought of
the fate she had escaped. What a
fool she had been! She'd lost Rod,
for of course he wou1dn't he inter-
ested in her any more.
She'd lost Stan. That was diff
ferent. She was only too glad that
she had found out in time what a
contemplate cad he was. Maybe,
after all, Rowene had found out
his real character. She might we'll
be congratulating herself on her
escape.
Patsy had been right. Men like
Stan didn't have much sense of
honor where girls like her were
concerned. She clenched her fists.
as she thought of her escape.
Then she thought of what her
crazy infatuation had cost. Her
job would be gone, for of course
she could never go to Fayson's
again. She'd spent nearly every
penny in her savings account SO
she could be all dressed up. Now
the very thought of the clothes she
had bought was hateful to her.
Once more She drifted off to
sleep. Then just as dusk was fall
my she woke again, and suddenly
she sat up in bed.
The door of her bedroom was
softly opened, and Patsy tiptoed
lightly to the bedside. "Maris,
honey she whispered as she bent
over her.
"Oh, Pat, you darling, will you
ever forgive me? I've been an aw-
full fool, and now when I'm strand
ed you're the only one | could call
Her eyes filled with tears.
"There, Maris, there's nothing
to forgive. I'm just SO glad you
were lucky enough to strike folks
like the Dawsons. They seem the
kindest people. They're insisting
that Jimmy and l will stay over
night too SO we won't strike all the
Sunday night traffic."
"And you'll take me home with
you, Patsy, even if I'm broke
and"
"Of cource we will, and we're
not going to say another thing
about it. | know you never really
loped Stan Fayson. You were just
carried away by the glamour that
surrounded him. But when you!
know all that we know about him.
you'll thank your lucky stars that
you never went through any mar
riage ceremony with him."
Maris was silent. She could not
yet understand why she had fallen
for STAINS love-making, why she
never realized till their last ride
what the expression of scorn on
those Inns of his sionified nor unhat