The Washington times., 1938-01-29

1QOSe blossoms are GIle SYMBOL
Of the coming harvest: the months
from May to November, time O.
unending toll.
Yet to Carol Mourfell those wer,
months of pure joy. When he;
father and mother died, she hac
come to live with her grandpar
ents on the farm. Then grand
fathers stroke had thrown tht
care of the farm on her.
A city girl-appleS meant some
thing to buy in the corner grocery
If it hadn't been for Dick Lee
he had shown her how to prune
spray, pack and market the au
tumn apples. 1t was he who res
cued the old car from the barn
it had been her fathers car sc
years ago. Dick had paid for the
new tires, picked up an old-time
magnetic, and turned the ancient
Jordan into a truck. He had
christened 1.-THE Ark"
The truck now stood before the
barn being loaded for the apple
festival. Eyes alight, Caro-
watched Sam, the colored man
lift the last basket of apples.
CONFIDENT SAM
"If we all don't win dat first
prize at dat old fair today, Miss
Carol, I'll eat all dem apples my.
self" laughed Sam happily.
Carol walked back to the house,
heart beating in happy anticipa,
tion.
A few minutes later she came
out, crushing her big straw hat
on her brown curls. She halted.
A strange man was just closing
the hood of her car.
What are you doing" Carol
demanded.
Good morning, Miss" said the
stranger. That's a beautiful
load of apples you have there"
Carol pushed her hat up from
her curls, viewed the stranger
hostilely. He was short, rotund
person with salesman smile.
Behind him stood a glittering
new model Jordan.
"What are you shopping around
that car for?"
"Saw you had one of our earliest
models here. Isn't it about time
you turned it in for a new one?"
Carol felt her cheeks redden as
she saw him glance disdainfully to-
ward her old car. "Suits me-" she
said, pulling her hat brim down
over her dark eyes.
"Hey, wait minute" said the
agent. "If you don't want to trade,
I'll buy that car of yours. I'm a
Jordan agent"
Sam had grasped the crank
handle.
Crank it, SAM" said Carol.
"How about 500 cash?" piped
the agent.
CAN'T BELIEVE 1T
Carol switched off the magnetic
She looked down, her eyes round
and unbelieving.
"A hundred dollars for-for this
old ark?"
Sure" said the man. "The Jor'
dan Company always likes to dc
the right thing by its old Gus
toners"
Carols face was light with pleas
ure. There was so much she could
do with a hundred dollars.
"How about it, miSs?" the
smooth vioce continued.
"It's okay, only I have to take
my apples to the fair first. Turn
it over to you in Martinsburg. I'm
late now"
"JuSt to seal the bargain, here
is" The salesman started to
pull his bill fold from his hip
pocket. But the truck was already
jolting on its way.
"In Martinsburg," called Carol,
"behind the market house"
Dick was waiting for her out
side the exhibitors door.
Hello. Carol, what held you
up?"
made a sale-the ark-one
hundred dollars"
For the old Jordan? The guys
crazy! Let me see him."
"He'S a Jordan agent. He's
meeting me here. Is it okay? It's
half yours"
"And did he make any fresh
cracks-this Jordan agent?"
Stupid, he's fat and old. Said
he wanted to keep an old Gus
toner satisfied, that's ALL"
"Oh, yeah" said Dick, distrust
fully.
"And I'm turning it over to him
as soon as Sam unloads the ap
pleS-there he is now"
Sid Nealy hurried up to the ex
hibitor'S door when he caught
Carols eye. He had his bill folc
in his hand, counting out five $2(
notes.
Here you are, Miss" He thrus
the bills towards Carol, And II
be round after the fair to Civ
you a lift home"
Dick pushed his rangy figurl
between them.
mo, you won't. And we're no
going to sell this Jordan"
what do you mean-why
you're crazy to refuse a hundred
dollarS-it'S not worth" Caro-
broke off, abruptly catching tn
salesman's eye. Then Dick
voice, his eyes fixed levelly on tn
agents.
mo sale-get that-no sale
mister"
Through the open door came