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Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-08-18
CHAPTER Al

TT WAS good to be with Laurie
again. even though the Court
street room seemed darker and
dineier than ever after the light
and airiness of Noels room on the
third floor of the GarwOod man.
sion.
NoePs thoughts were with
Julian. He was sometimes eng
matte, she knew, but she could not
help believing that his important
news" concerned Ruth Chester.
There was some little hesitancy
about the way Julian had spoken,
also the fact that he had said 1t
decidedly would affect their friend
ship. What else could he mean
except another girl, she asked her.
self despairingly.
Then she looked at Laurie and
saw that she too looked sad. you
and Jimmy still are not seeing
each other?" she asked.
Laurie shook her head. 1T only
seems to make things worse.
should have gone on and married
Cointepas."
mo, no, Laurie" Noel said
earnestly. "Some day things will
come right for you and Jimmy.
I'm sure of it."
The two girls talked for an hour
or so. And then Mrs. Blarsom
called Noel to the telephone. 1t
was Julian. He said he couldn't
get away. Then asked if she could
manage to see him on Sunday.
She told him she expected to be
of for some time on Sunday, and
would call him and let him know
where she would be.
When Noel went back to the
room, Laurie said, ''He isn't COM
ing, is he?" She asked the ques-
ton as if she knew the answer and
understood the situation even be-
fore Noel nodded.
Something happened" Noel
said dispiritedly. sinking into the
wooden rocker.
I'm afraid it's Ruth Chester
again." Laurie said, a flash of
anger in her eyes.
Noel sat up quickly. ''Why?"
"She probably made some ex-
cuse to keep him from coming.
You see, she evidently thinks"
Laurie faltered, "or maybe it's
true, but 1 simply don't believe it,
and you-you mustn't either"
Laurie, what are you talking
about ?"
"She just-just acts so posses
sive toward Doctor Paige lately,
and" Laurie hesitated again. |
There may not be word of truth
in it, Noel, but Ruth Chester told
one of the mattresses at the De
Luxe that she and Doctor Paige
were engaged"
The color drained from Noeps.I
face. That made it look more andsl
more as if Julian's important.
news" did concern Ruth Chester.
He probably had meant to come
and tell her the truth frankly, and
then his courage had failed him
could that have been why he didn't
come?
And then all the things Julian
had said in regard to Ruth came
back to emphasize the idea Noel
had in mind. He had said that a.
marriage between himself and.
Ruth Chester would be most suit
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able. He had also said that Ruth
always managed to get her own
way about things.
II think" Laurie began, almost
as if reading Noel's thoughts, If
he does marry her, it will be be-
cause she probably has convinced
him that she could help him in his
career"
Julian wouldn't marry a girl
unless he loved her-Or at least
thought he did," Noel said with
sudden returning confidence.
"She's probably got him hypno-
tized," Laurie suggested thought
fully. "She could do it. all right.
She's full of tricks"
The two girls went to bed then.
Noel was restless and slept very
little. The next morning she
looked so pale that Laurie felt
worried. 1T wish / hadn't told you
that last night" she said regret
fully. Its maybe nothing in the
world but idle talk. Ruth Chester
doesn't hesitate to lie. We both
know that"
"I expect it's the TRUTH" Noel
answered slowly. II might as well
be prepared for it."
But she found it hard to recon-
cile Julian's attitude toward her,
while Ct tic same time he might
be expecting to marry another
girl. Still, men were queer. The
more you thought you understood
them, the less you found you did.
They were unknown quantities.
When Laurie left for work, Noel
said, Nov, listen, honey, your love
story can have a happy ending.
You just keep your chin up and
wait and see."
Laurie shook ner head. "How
can it when we're up against a
stone wall ?" But she did seem
happier when she and Noel said
goodby.
Noel started back to the Gar
wood home early, but before going
on to the house, she decided to go
past Stone Gate, her former home,
and see if there could be any mail.
She had been by once or twice be-
fore, to find hastily scrawled let
ter from her aunt, and a few invi-
tations. She wasn't expecting
much mail as nobody knew where
she was.
But, surprisingly, there was a
letter from her uncle. It read:
Dear Noel: 1 am today de-
posting to your credit half the
amount of the money you loaned
me. Shall be able to return the
balance in another three months.
Am sending this on to Stone
Gate as do not know your Paris
address. Have a letter from
frankie but with her usual
carelessness she forgot to men
ton It. Love to you both, Your
devoted Cncle."
So it looked as if the adventure
automatically was ended. The
money had come just when she
had about decided it was no use to
go on. She had won in so far as
proving to Julian that she did have
some of the fighting qualities of
her illustrious grandfather. But
so far as convincing Julian that
she was different frcm the usual
type of society girl-well. she was
very far from having accomplished
that. Julian evidently had had
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Four criminal and eighteen civil APP
nea1s have already been calendared
pc 800 tp,a first oral argument session of
49, SUPREME Court. which will be held
Tuesday, August 81. Cases rom me
first, twentieth and twen.y-ins' JUL
cial districts will be caHeo'
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Capital Gossip
BY HENRY AVERILL

Raleigh, Aug 18.-Frank Parker, u.
| S. D. A. statistician on duty with the
| State Department of Agriculture here
is a conservative mana chap who
checks and doubelchecks his figures
with the conservatism of the born and
bred mathematician.
| And so when such an expert tells
a tall tale about a record yield of
corn in North Carolina, your CORES
pondent feels justified in passing it on
to the public, despite the fact that
it's a tale of long ago and likewise
one for Robert Ripley.
At all events, Statistician Otis not
as hard to write it as to say IT'D Par
ker AYERS that the finest yield of corn
ever seen in North Carolina was way
back in 1911 on a three-acre plot of
land in Hartford county, cultivated
most energetically and intensively by
a youngster named Charlie Parker
incidentally Frank swears there is no
relationship.
These three acres, alleges the fig
ure manipulation, actually yielded an
average of 1856 and a fraction bushels
| of corn to the acre, after the grain
had been measured, estimated, check
ed and verified from several diff
| ferent angles. And at that, he adds, all
| corn wasn't counted, as he and t. E.
Browne, then Hartford superintendent
| of schools, now boss of the States
vocational education program, STUN
bled over and picked up fifteen
bushels who had been knocked off
while gathering the ears.
To make the story even better,
Parker says all this corn was pro-
duced on stalks which grew only
about three feet high, but whose roots
reached down six and seven feet into
| the ground. Also it was year in
which all the neighbors of young Par
| ker saw their corn crops completely
burnt up by long continued drought.
| Now you tell one.
While Governor Clyde r. Hoey is
the most voluble man in the State
when it comes to delivering speeches
on an almost endless variety OF sub
| iects and occasions, nobody Is more
| close mouthed or non-co1nm1ttai than
| this same governor when controversial
political subjects are brought up.
Not one syllable can be pried out
| of the Hoey mouth on the subject of
| president Franklin D. Roosevelt-his'
| projected purge of anti-New Deal
| members of Congress or possible
| third term for him.
/ Your correspondent can say now
ever, with small danger OF oelng suec
| for libel, Islander or PLAIN nisrepre-
| sentation, that Governor Hoey hopes
/ ardently that Senator waiter 1eoIge
| of Georgia, is renominated anu - SIN
cerely opposed to thru TERM io1
4 F. D. r.
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knowledge can be folly Unless sooo
sense is it's guardian.
Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-10-03

on the floor; the huge copper cam
dlestickS and platters above the
massive shelf that topped the fire.
place were FURNISHED in the fires
glow.
Judy spoke, her voice coming
back from long journey where
she had gone to learn that kind
ness is never lost, and hurt is not
healed when another wound is in
fiicted for balm.
"Mr. Boland, Miss Boland,
won't mention this. I'm sorry.
Abbey was excited and tired.
Only, will you tell that columnist
that the matter was cleared and 1
was exonerated? Count Philippe,
please understand that woman's
emotional nature is intricate and
she does things she wouldn't dream
Of doing, at times"
II understand women very well,
Miss Rogers. You underestimate
my talents" The count bowed.
Judy saw the look of distaste on
Mr.. Boland's face.
Down the room, she saw. too.
her own reflection. She wore the
brown jacket, over the red dress,
and the lights brought out every
bright shade in her brown head.
Into the sudden quietness in the
great room, there came an eager
step. Ronald had come. Come
after all.
"Ah, the hero" Count Philippe
greeted him. $50 was right.
The heart Of the golden haired Alb
hey is in your pocket. T often
wondered where it was"
Count Philippe is not marry
ing my daughter-by mutual con-
sent" Mr.. Boland said gravely.
Ronald was wearing his great.
overcoat. His hat was in his
hand. He might have been in
from college for day, judy
thought. His face was so Young
and eager and untouched by
worry. Now, at the announce
ment, he looked at Abbey-long
and searchingly.
There seemed to be a question
in that look, an answer in Abbey's
response.
The count saw it, too. He
crossed to Abbey, drew her to
Ronald, placed her hand on top of
the lawyers before either knew
what was happening, and said:
Ronald, I suggest that there be
wedding arranged for you two"
Into the quick hush Abbey
spoke slowly, clearly: Ronald,
will you marry me?'"
(To Be Continued)
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CHAPTER 81

TIE NEXT day was the most
dreadful tumble that Judy had
known in all her variegated life.
The dog had been sold, THAI <as
true. A girl had completed the
transaction. She had been yelled
heavily so no one knew her, but
her hair was browsl. The books
showed the hour Of the sale.
Judy had been free at that time
because Mr.. Boland and Abbey
had been attending to some legal
business. The boy from the dog
farm, entirely unaccustomed to
such mixups, was awkward and
embarrassed. His employer was
in Europe, he said.
Judy blamed Count Philippe.
Why he would do such a stupid
thing as steal Abbey's dog, un-
loved though the dog was, she did
not know, unless the count needed
immediate funds badly.
To Ronald Judy voiced her sus-
picion. He shook his head.
mo, the count wouldn't do that.
Forgive Abbey, won't you, Judy?
She's almost under the weather
with the strain of everything. She
loved her dog"
Sure she did. Like Austria
loves Hitler!"
well, she hasn't had much time
for him lately, I'll admit"
But Judy had taken all of that
that she could. She stood up, slim
and straight and defiant.
go ahead and defend her!
Love her! Marry her! Live on
her money! Be man! A soft
spined creature who lost his way!"
She turned to leave but hands
like a steel wise closed on her
wrists.
Judy, take back those words!
You can't-mean them?"
She laughed, low and mocking-
ly. Sorry, Ronald, words are the
only thing in life we can't take
back! do mean them!"
He dropped her wrists. He did
not speak again as she left. But
az she neared the door he said:
wait, judy"
She turned, eyes, hair, lips fly
ing upward in swinging, wing
ing fashion, eyes dark with hurt
and anger.
He crossed to her. "Judy, I
won't believe you meant what you
said. You're hurt. You've been
doubted and it never happened to
you before. Some day youth know
it's all part of growing up. Well
laugh about it then.
But you must accept Abbey's
unjustified accusation as reason
able in her own sight. Where she
pulled such an absurdity from, I
don't know. But she believes it.
You were cultivating the dog.
You were free the afternoon he
disappeared. You have brown
hair and the dog seemed to know
you. Don't You understand 2"
L understand that you are very,
very fond of Abbey. Good luck!'
Judy went to her room, ordered
her trunk and bags, and began to
pack. The very air suffocated her.
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| have made up your small disagree
ment and are entering matrimony
by the approved method"
"She sent for me. think I'll
enjoy being married to Abbey.
I'm fond of her, of course. Be
sides, she'll grant me my free
DOM"
tits nice to have people around
you like-Wives, secretaries, cooks.
Wallets" Judy wrinkled her nose
and laughed.
If Abbey had sent for the count,
she was putting Ronald aside def
nitely. It served him right! He
had fallen from his white horse
and he wouldn't ride so tall, 30
strong again at the head Of his
legion. She was fiercely glad.
Then she remembered that she had
decided to feel nothing. What
ever happened to Ronald could not
concern her.
She was not the girl he wanted.
Just the one on whom he hung q
scrap of dream last fall. She
would be sufficient unto herself.
But the talkative count kept the
station wagon waiting until the
train came.
did you think I talked to you
too much, Judy 2" he asked. cab
hey resented it. She had a bunch
you thought she shouldn't marry
newly, I don't know-Im a
bright person if the problem isn't
hard but I can't solve that-and
she thought you had sonse aspira-
tons of your own.
"Of course, I told her that YOU
wouldn't want a castle with bad
plumbing unless you had money
enough to repair it, which YOU
haven't, and you wouldn't want
husband who loved another girl,
as I love the sweet and gentle
Abbey"
"You're honest, but you're pref
ty much of cad," Judy said with
out emotion. aren't you afraid
this will carry back 2"
mot from you. From anyone
else, yes"
The train came. The count
swept his hat low over his heart
as Judy glided away. She laughed.
This was a musical comedy. It
wasn't real. It had no sinew, no
sturdiness. She was well rid of
it. Only that accusation
She went to a small, quiet hotel,
unpacked, hung out her dresses,
arranged her books and prints and
lamps, and for the first time since
that Monday morning when the
sky had fallen and the stars had
splintered, she felt at peace. It
was strange. Here she was. ac-'
cused of theft, and she was sing
ing in the shower!
She sat down at the desk to
balance finances. Then she dis,
covered she had left some things
in the desk at the Boland estate.
She must telephone at once. The
housekeeper would send them to
General Delivery. But the butler,
on hearing her voice, said:
I'VE have an urgent can for
you, Miss Rogers. The party
phoned yesterday and left this
number"
(To Be Continucd)
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that Judy laughed. ooh,
wouldn't have him with a blue rib
bon around his neck"
what did I tell you, Abbey ?''
came lazy voice. The count, in
far corner Of the den, had heard
everything. He stood up, came
into the room. Suppose you and
your nice young lawyer finish up
the plans? I find I have pressing
business elsewhere. You might
just notify the papers that the
nuptials of the beautiful Miss Alb
hey Boland and Count Philippe
Alexis Won Gunderfeld have gone
-pfft."
Abbey's voice trembled. 'But
did this for you'll"
He crossed the room to her. took
her hands in his, and smiled into
her eyes. "You didn't love me,
and don't love you. Oh, we had
romance and fun and we wouldn't
have bored each other too often.
We would have had money enough
for diversion when we did.
I'VE didn't pretend love. But
there's a field of honor, Abbey
a shining field-and people keep
its rules. They don't lie about
matters to. further their.sown ends.
Goodby, Abbey. You'll be happier
without me. Coming back to the
city, Miss Rogers ?"
Abbey's bewildered whisper was
louder than a shout would have
been. "But you can't! The invi-
tations, the presents"
"Ah, my dear, just because the
cake is prepared in it's small silver
boxes and the bridesmaids rufles
are neatly pressed, that doesn't
mean we have to carry through
the drama"
For the mercenary count to
throw away his dowry in this
manner, when the enormity of
Abbey's act proved how thorough
ly she was under his thumb
amazed Judy. If the count went.
though, Abbey would have no rea-
son to hold off Ronald.
When the two were married
then she, Judy. could forget the
whole situation and work, work,
work. 1t was the only thing that
banished trouble, pushed out the
confines of time and space, left you
free to wing your way unhan-
pere0.
The fire in the great fireplace
';puteered as the driftwcod caught. 1
ard the blue-greea sparks made a
S'n OF magic flame The lamps
snlcs- lsmEent shadows Of. lob;
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HELEN WELsHIMER

She wanted to get away at once
She called the station. There was
no train for two more hours. She
would complete her packing BY
then and be waiting at the sta
ton.
That uncashed check from hel
father. and her salary from Alb
hey, unspent as yet, would stake
her for several weeks. This time
she was all right financially, until
job came. Any day she would
hear about the sketches.
The last bag was packed. She
ordered the station wagon, ano
stood by while the luggage was
carried downstairs. She followed
it. The driver went into the hall
She called him. He need not think
he must consult Abbey.
You may see Miss Boland when
you return. I'll miss my train
"But you have 40 minutes"
II know" Then she smiled
It'd like to get away. that's all,
right away"
Il don't blame you, miss. It's
bad enough to get caught doing
something without being innocent.
Then you believe in me ?"
Eyes, miss. All the servants
do"
will you thank them for me 90
She wanted to cry. It'll prove
didn't dc it now"
"And you'll be back ?"
mo, TIL not be back"
All the way down the winter
road Judy lectured sternly to her
self. Life was no bigger, no bet
ter. than your understanding of it.
Because Abbey was mistaken she,
Judy Rogers, must not be petty.
She must rise above it. She must
reach the plane where she would
not fear hurt, because she would
have all that she needed within.
Like a warrior, accepting his
accolade from his king, and turn
ing to battle, Judy squared her
shoulders. She was calm when the
station wagon reached the low
stone building that housed the
waiting room. She was not per-
turbed when Count Philippe
swung from the city train, his soft
hat at rakish angle.
Leaving? ?" he asked, amused
eyes surveying the luggage.
mo, just spending the day in
town and thought it would be
nice to have my things along"
"Oh, yes, of course! It's such a
convenience. You might want to
change your dress or shoes, or
read a good book-by the way,
owe you copy of mine. I'll mail
it. Where ?"
The ruse to obtain her address
did not work. II don't know yet"
you're going back?" The
count was serious. TITS about the
dog, I know. Abbey told me you
would be pulling out"
Prophetic of her. But who did
take the dog?"
He shook his dark head. 81
don't know. Couldn't anyone have
done it?"
mo. He was-he is-a proud
dog. He wouldn't go with anyone
but friend. l see you and Abbey
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System Is
Limited
Dr.. Clendening Tells
Function of Oxygen
in Body Mechanism
BY LOGAN CLENDENING, M. D.


WHEN FOOD has been broken
down into simple chemical forms
much simpler than it is as we eat it
these forms are capable Of being
burned. It is as if wood were dried.
only much more complicated. The
green wood is in the condition that
our food is on the table-the digest
i've system forms it into dry wood.
"A much closer analogy is the gas
in your automobile. You could not
use crude oil, but when the digest
i've" processes of the refiner have
reduced it to gasoline, it can be
united with oxygen in your carbu-
rotor and produce energy.
The respiratory system furnishes
the oxygen which unites with the
end-products of digestion to furnish
energy.
When referring to this union, I
usually use the simple word ssburn-
ing. But I am not sure that it
wouldn't be clearer if for non-tech-
nical audience / said oxidation.
The oxidation in our bodies is slow
but very constant. It does not have
the intensity nor the fluctuations of
bright fire. But, essentially, it 10
the same thing. u
Recalls Priestley's Work -
1t took men a long time to find this
out. I think Of the figure of Priest
ley, that fiery liberal minister in
England in the last part Of the
eighteenth century, and how he
showed by his patient experiments
that candle fire under an air-tight
bell jar would finally flicker and 90
out and that a mouse put under the
same bell jar would breathe faster
and faster and finally go out like the
candle. The effect was the same, due
to the exhaustion of the oxygen sup
ply. Q
Because Of the lack of fluctuation
in our processes of oxidation, the act
Of breathing must be continuous,
steady and even. Of course, lack Of
f1uctuation is relative term.
meant when I wrote it that the hui
man body does not flare up like q
CRATE fire and then die down to moth
ingness. Of course, within limits, our
oxygen needs vary. And as they do,
the respiratory rate varies. Sitting
quietly in your chair, your respira-
tory phenomena are entirely diff
ferent from that of Glenn Cunning.
ham after he has run one of his
championship miles. .a.,.
Lack of Oxygen
But it is a fact, discovered a few
years ago by an English physiolo-
gist, that exhaustion is caused en-.
tirely by lack of oxygen to the
muscles. A man runs hundred
yards at 10 seconds, and then he
simply cannot run any more because
his muscles refuse to obey. It used
to be thought that this was due to
fatigue toxin that was generated in
the muscles. But the English rhysi-
ologist showed that if muscle were
isolated and supplied artifcially
with pure fresh oxygen, it would
continue to contract (and at maxi
mum SPEEDY indefinitely. .
Our respiratory systems, then,
are limited in their efficiency and
can only do so much. But still, the
efficiency is quite high and we will
discuss its mechanism tomorrow.