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THE STORY SO FAR: Joaa Leland,
secretary to Arthur Mulford, San Fran
cisco importer, is amazed and angry
when he discharges her with two weeks’
salary and refuses any explanation.
The same day her sister, Sybil, with
whom she shares an apartment, loses
her position in a beauty salon. Joan ac
cepts a position from Karl Miller, hand
some proprietor of a night club, who
insists on paying her in advance, at the
rate of SSO per week. Sybil suspects
something sinister about the position, and
divines Joan’s quick interest in Karl.
Though the sisters quarrel, Joan refuses
to quit. She accepts his dinner invi
tation and when he tells her he has a
beauty salon job for Sybil, and takes her
into bls arms, her happiness knows no
bounds. The scene is interrupted by the
entrance of Paul Sherman, Karl’s man
ager. The two men leave, but Paul re
turns quickly to talk with Joan. He
soon surprises the girl by asking her to
tell him how she got the job.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER IV
Joan’s surprise showed in her voice
as she replied, “What do you
mean?”
“Just what I said. Who suggested
it to you?”
“I lost my job last week,” Joan
told him, wondering why she was
doing so. After all it really wasn’t
any of Paul Sherman’s business
why she was here. “That same
night I saw a want ad for this one.
I came down to apply and Karl, Mr.
Miller, hired me.”
“You didn’t know Karl Miller be
fore that?”
“I don’t see what it is to you,”
Joan flared resentfully.
“Don’t bite my head off,” Paul
said pleasantly. “I just wondered,
that’s all. I would like to be your
friend, Miss Leland. You may need
one.”
“I’m doing all right!” Joan said,
irritated.
“Okay. But just one more ques
tion. Have you met Karl’s partner,
Eric Strom?”
Joan answered him reluctantly.
“Eric Strom? No, I haven’t met
him. Why?”
“I’m the one asking the ques
tions,” Paul retorted, and Joan felt
that he was laughing at her as he
rose and went to the door.
“I have work to do, Mr. Sher
man,” she said crossly.
“Call me Paul. By the way, how
about having dinner with me some
night?”
Joan was surprised at the audacity
of this request. “I expect to be
very busy,” she said coldly.
“Nevertheless,” Paul Sherman re
torted, “I shall meet you on Monday
night at six o’clock.” He mentioned
the grill of a well-known hotel.
“I have no intentions of being
there.”
“By Monday you may change
your mind.”
Joan sighed as the office door shut
behind him. It seemed that at ev
ery turn she met a surprise. What
would Karl say if he knew that his
manager had tried to make a date
with his secretary? The secretary
whom only a few moments ago Karl
had held in his arms. In away she
was glad that Paul Sherman had
interrupted that perfect moment.
Karl would be angry and Karl’s
wrath was one thing that Joan would
not risk.
“Karl!” Joan thought, closing her
eyes against the memory of his
handsome, expressionless face,
steadying herself against the flood
of emotion that swept over her. “I
shouldn’t have let him kiss me,”
Joan told herself. “But I love him!
I love him, yet I’m afraid . .
Even to herself Joan did not like
BLAKELY THEATRE
Thursday-Friday, Jan. 22-23
GARY COOPER—WALTER BRENNAN in
“THE WESTERNER”
Saturday, January 24
GEORGE HOUSTON in
“LONE RIDER AMBUSHED”
Saturday Late Show 10:30 ,
BRENDA MARSHALL—OLYMPE BRADNA in
“HIGHWAY WEST”
Monday-Tuesday, Jan. 26-27
DonAmeche—Betty Grable—Robt. Cummings in
“MOON OVER MIAMI”
Wednesday, January 28
KAY HARRIS—WILLIAM TRACY in
“TILLE THE TOILER”
to admit that the' reason Tor her
fear was that Karl Miller did not
return her affection. True, he had
taken her out; he had even kissed
her. But Joan doubted that any
woman could possess his entire
heart. The situation intrigued her;
at the same time she was frightened.
* * *
Joan and Sybil spent a quiet Sun
day. Karl had told Joan that he
would not be able to see her over
the week-end and she found that
even one day without him was
enough to make her unhappy.
Sybil seemed cheerful at the pros
pect of starting her new job at the
Ritz Beauty Shop. “What’s the mat
ter with you?” she asked as Joan
sat staring into space. “We’ve
both got a job. There’s nothing
to worry about.”
Joan suspected that Sybil knew
what was worrying her but she dis
liked bringing up the subject of Karl
Miller. Instead she told Sybil about
Paul Sherman and his proposal that
she have dinner with him.
Sybil lay on the couch, her blonde
hair in curlers. “He sounds all
right,” she commented. “Why don’t
you go?”
“I don’t even know the man,”
Joan protested. “I met him only last
night.”
Sybil raised an eyebrow as she
contemplated her sister. “You didn’t
know Karl Miller either, but you
fell in love with him overnight. Or
maybe I should say you think you’re
in love with him.”
Joan curled up in the big chair
and opened a magazine which she
pretended to read.
“Look, honey, why not confess?
I know how you feel.”
Joan lifted a confused, radiant
face. “Oh, Syb, you’re right! I do
love him. I’m «o in love with him
that it frightens me because I
believe that he really cares about
me. I’m so young and unsophisti
cated.”
“And you’re going to stay that
way,” Sybil said sharply. “You don’t
love Karl Miller, Joan! You want
him because you know he’s out of
your reach.”
“Oh, it’s more than that!” the
youthful voice was full of pain.
“Then you don’t know anything?”
Joan continued.
Paul tossed his cigarette into the
flames. “Okay, Joan. You win. I
can’t say any more. But remem
ber this. Watch your step! Will
you?”
“Thanks for the advice.”
“It’s for your own good,” Paul
Sherman said, picking up his hat.
“How about that date tomorrow
night?”
Joan smiled faintly. “Don’t you
ever give up? I told you—l couldn’t
go.”
They stood at the door measur
ing each other with their eyes—
Paul’s, a mask that told her noth
ing, Joan’s challenging him, defy
ing him to speak one word against
Karl Miller.
“I won’t bother you any more
then,” Paul said quietly. “Good
night.”
In the bedroom. Sybil was propped
up in her bed, wearing a blue satin
bed jacket, reading a ipagazine.
“Was that Karl?”
“No, Paul Sherman, giving me
some good advice about working at
the club. He doesn’t think I’m the
type, whatever that means.”
She slipped into her warm bath
robe and sat down on the edge of
her sister’s bed. “I met Karl’s part
ner, Eric Strom, tonight. He tried
to make a date with me, too. It’s
a shame the way everyone tries to
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“A woman with green eyes is
Karl.”
“How in the world did you happen
to come home with Paul?”
Joan explained, but did not men
tion what she had overheard when
she went back to get her purse. Be
fore she could finish the telephone
rang.
Karl Miller’s voice came forceful
ly over the wire. “Joan? You are
home safely?”
“Yes. I’ve been home for some
time.” She smiled, picturing Karl
on the other end of the line. How
sweet that he could be so concerned!
“I just wanted to be sure that you
were all right. Good night, darling.”
It was the first time that he had
called her “darling.” Her pulse
leaped at the unfamiliar endear
ment.
“We will not work tomorrow,”
Karl informed her. “We shall have
dinner together alone.”
Joan went back to the bedroom
with shining eyes to tell Sybil.
“Then you won’t meet Paul?”
“Os course not! I wouldn’t any
way.”
• • •
Joan had not considered the pos
sibility that Karl Miller might take
her to dinner at the same place Paul
suggested but as they walked into
the lobby of the hotel Paul had men
tioned, Joan saw him coming out of
the bar. He nodded pleasantly as
he passed them and Joan breathed
a sigh of relief. Their meal was al
most finished when Joan saw Paul
again. He was sitting alone at a
corner table directly behind Karl.
When they left, Joan, looking over
her shoulder, saw Paul behind them.
Was he deliberately following her?
Was this his idea of a joke? But
Joan did not tell Karl. He might
have discharged Paul and she did
not want him to lose his job on her
account.
Karl drove swiftly along the Em
barcadero. “Have you ever been on
a freighter?” he asked the girl at
his side. “Like to see one?”
“I’d love it,” she answered.
“Sweet thing!” He reached for
her hand.
They stopped at Pier 27. Joan
could see the hulk of a small ship
looming out of the mist. Karl took
her arm as they walked through a
large storeroom, out into the foggy
night, and up the swaying gang
plank of the freighter.
On deck she followed Karl up a
narrow staircase to the captain’s
quarters.
But though a lamp burned bright
ly in the cabin, there was no sign of
the captain. Joan was intrigued by
the round wooden table, the small
desk, the faded curtains that in
adequately draped the portholes.
“Isn’t anyone on board?” she
asked, drawing closer to Karl.
“There are a couple of sailors be
low. I saw them as we came up.
havior, now Eric Strom’s! What
would Karl think if he knew that
his partner and his manager had
both tried to make a date with his
secretary? Paul was young. Per
haps high spirits had prompted his
impudence. But Eric Strom was an
other matter, and Joan decided to
tell Karl about it the moment they
were alone.
She had no chance, however, for
when Karl returned to the table he
said briefly, “Something has come
up. We’ll have to go back to the
office.”
The two men exchanged glances,
then looked at Joan. “Do you
mind?” Karl inquired w’ith his quick
smile. “I’d like to get a couple of
letters out tonight. I know it
isn’t in the bargain for you to work
on Sunday.”
She knew that she was powerless
to refuse him. She would gladly
have typed endless letters in or
der to be near him.
Karl paid the check and the three
of them left. As they drove back to
North Beach, sheets of rain beat
upon the car. The Club Elite was
closed on Sundays and Karl un
locked the door with his own key.
Joan was surprised to see a streak
of light streaming from the door of
his private office.
Hurrying along the corridor, she
reached .it first and found herself
very rare. Did yon know that?”
face to face with Paul Sherman.
He grinned at her. “A manager
never really has a day off.”
Karl seemed to find nothing
strange in his presence at the club.
“You don’t happen to have some
extra time, do you, Miss Leland?”
Paul inquired. “I could use some
help.”
Before she could answer, Karl Mil
ler said quickly, “She has enough
to do, Paul, and now if you don’t
mind . . .’’He left his sentence
unfinished.
“Surely.” Paul grinned and saun
tered to the door. “See you tomor
row,” he called back but his eyes
were on Joan and she knew that he
was thinking bf the dinner date he
had proposed.
She shook her head as she looked
at him over her typewriter but Paul
ignored it.
Karl removed his overcoat and
sat down at his desk. Eric Strom
mixed himself a drink.
“Take a letter,” Karl said, read
ing from a sheet of yellow paper,
“to A.,H. Gomez, Mazatlan, Mexico
. . . Dear Sir: I am happy to report
that the situation you mentioned has
been cleared up satisfactorily. The
club will be open from eight to two
and shows every sign of being suc
cessful.”
Joan looked at him curiously. This
did not sound like an important busi
ness letter to her. Certainly not so
important that it couldn’t wait until
morning.
Seeing her glance, Karl said, “I’m
afraid you’re too tired. I shouldn’t
have asked you to work tonight.”
“It’s all right,” she hastened to
assure him, “I don’t mind, really.”
But Karl Miller had changed his
mind. “I will call a taxi and send
you home.”
“But I’m not tired, Karl!”
He was dialing a number and
Joan knew it was useless to argue
with him. He went to the door of
the club with her, pressing her hand
as he said, “I’m sorry it had to
turn out this way tonight. We’ll ar
range something else soon ...”
Joan shivered in the damp night
I air as she waited for the taxi. A
i small coupe stopped suddenly be
fore her with screaming brakes. In
voluntarily Joan stepped back, sur
prised to see Paul Sherman.
“What are you doing here alone?”
he asked.
“Waiting for a taxi,” Joan replied
with dignity.
“Well, jump in, my girl!” Paul
ordered cheerfully.
He got out and opened the door of
the car. “You may as well let me
. drive you home. You can’t stand
here in the rain, you know.”
It did seem silly, Joan admitted,
climbing in, but as Paul started the
car she cried, “I left my purse in
the office.”
(To Be Continued)
CITATION
> H. A. Felder and Mrs. George W.
Nelson having in proper form ap
plied, to me for permanent adminis
tration upon the estate of Idus D.
Felder, deceased, this is to notify all
persons concerned in the said estate
that said application will be heard
at the regular February term, 1942,
of the Court of Ordinary of said
county.
Witness my official signature, this
sth day of January, A. D. 1942.
D. C. MORGAN, Ordinary.
MASONIC NOTICE
Magnolia Lodge No
jWk 86 Free and Accept
ed Masons holds reg
u ’ ar comlnun cation*
° n the ® rat an<i twrr
Monday nights ir
each month. Tne
time is 8 p. m. in the summer, 7:30
p. m. in the fall and spring and 7 p
m. during the winter. Visiting breth
ren are cordially invited to attend
J. T. JORDAN, Worshipful Master.
J. G. STANDIFER, Secretary.
If your wants are in the . . .
Grocery or Market
line, we try to carry them . ..
It is not economy to buy anything except the
first quality when supplying your table;
there is less waste and more nourishment
value in Good Groceries and Choice Meats,
and for the past twenty-five years it has been
our policy to handle only the best, con
sequently this is one reason why we have
been able to serve the public for these many
years. We are anxious to serve you.
Our prices are as cheap as you will
find in Blakely. Come in to see us.
FRYER’S MARKET
BLAKELY, GEORGIA
A HALF CENTURY AGO TODAY
Some Things of Interest That Happened
Fifty Years Ago.
(Excerpts from Early County News
of January 21, 1892.)
MR. W. A. BUCHANNON has
moved within the city to the How
ard residence recently vacated by
Mr. R. H. Lanier.
* ♦ »
WILLIE QUINN is now an expert
and efficient telegraph operator.
THURSDAY NIGHT a light snow
fell in Blakely. On the following
morning the sight was most beauti
ful.
* • «
MR. CHARLIE DEAL was over to
Columbia Sunday.
* * »
MRS. MAYME McGREGOR, of
Macon, is visiting in Blakely this
week.
MR. G. D. SPEIGHT, of Fort
Gaines, was a visitor here Wednes
day.
* * *
MR. M. L. BARKSDALE was
down from Fort Gaines this w T eek.
♦ ♦ *
MESSRS. Jones, Lee and Beau
champ,' of Bluffton, were visitors to
Blakely this week.
* * *
MR. WM. McNEALY, of Ashford,
Ala., was a visitor in the city last
Monday.
* ♦ *
TEMPERATURES of 30 to 50 be
low zero are reported from the
northwestern states this week.
Tax Commissioner’s
Dates
SPECIAL NOTICE: Applications for tax exemption, for
both real estate and personal property, must be renew
ed each year and filed in the Tax Commissioners’ of
fice before the First Day of April.
GEORGIA—EarIy County:
Providence permitting, I will be at the following places
on the dates named for the purpose of receiving tax returns
for the year 1942:
CEDAR SPRINGSFEB. 6, A. M.; MCH. 11, A. M.
BURKETT’S STORE FEB. 6, P. M.; MCH. 11, P. M.
COLOMOKEE------ MARCH 12, A. M.
NICKELSVILLE FEBRUARY 10, A. M.
NEWBERRY’S STOREFEBRUARY 10, P. M.
ROWENA - - FEBRUARY 13
LUCILE ZZZZZZZZ.MARCH 12, A. M.
MOCK’S STORE (New Hope) MARCH 12 P. M.
iaklN FEB. 18; MCH. 17
ARLINGTON FEB - 2 S* 19
DAMASCUSz:.. :: FEB. 24, MCH. 25
BLAKELYOffice Open Daily from 9 A. M. to 5 P. M.
Books Will Close MAY 1 and Returns Placed
in Hands of Equalizers
It is necessary for all Tax Payers to file returns for all prop
erty, regardless of the amount, just as heretofore.
Penalty for NOT FILING RETURNS is full taxation
without benefit of exemption in addition to the usual
penalties.
J. L. HOUSTON,
TAX COMMISSIONER.
LATEST ADVICES indicate that
war fever is running high at Wash
ington, while the shoe-string repub
lic, Chile, 'bounces her back like a
mad cat and thinks it will be a cool
day in August when she gets
whipped.
* * ♦
THE Matchless Kickapoo Sagwa,
the Kickapoo Medicine Co., is in
town at Fryer’s Hall. Included in
the cast are Mr. Harry Galette, Mr.
Andy Adams, Prof. C. P. Hackney
and Dr. B. T. Wilson, and the fol
lowing Indians: Deer House, Run
ning Deer, Spotted Horse and Wild
Cat. Last night the hall was packed
to capacity. As previously an
nounced, a beaded Indian cushion
was presented to the prettiest young
lady in the house. Chief Deer Horse
made the. selection and chose Miss
Kalla Mae Odum.
* * *
DISPLAY ADS in The News this
week: Royal Baking Powder, J. M.
& R. W. Wade, E. L. Fryer, Jacob’s
Pharmacy (Atlanta), Central Drug
Store, Dr. King’s New Discovery,
Wine of Cardui, Kickapoo Indian
Medicine Co., George E, Chipstead,
Planters Warehouse, W. C. Cook, J.
B. Chancy, Farmers Alliance, Cruger
& Pace (Albany), Winchester Re
peating Arms Co., New Home Sew
ing Machine, Fort & Mims, H. C.
Fryer & Son, 0. P. & B. E. Willing
ham (Macon), Lovell Diamond Bi
cycles, The Police Gazette.