Newspaper Page Text
SHtLOTD-SPY
®^/y Sylvia Taylor WNu-Rdaaa*;
THE STORY SO FAR: Joan Leland,
secretary, is discharged by her em
ployer, Arthur Mulford, Importer, who
refuses any explanation for the act. She
takes a secretarial position with Karl
Miller, handsome proprietor of a night
club. She is fascinated by him and when
he gets her sister Sybil, a new job and
takes her into his arms, her joy knows
no end. She meets his club manager,
Paul Sherman, who warns her about
working for Karl, but refuses to give his
reasons. Then Karl introduces her to
his partner, Eric Strom, and she refuses
his secret invitation to dinner. During
a ride with Karl they board a freighter
ship and when Karl asks her if he can
show her the world she melts into his
arms with an affirmative answer. Sybil
notices that he never mentions marriage
to Joan, but Joan defends him. Eric
Strom seizes an opportunity to try to
make love to her, when Paul Sherman
walks in and knocks him out with one
blow. Karl sends Joan with a package
to the freighter captain. Paul follows.
He takes her to a hotel grill.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER VII
i
“Listen to me, Joan!” Paul said
in a low voice. “You were right.
I have been following you but only
for your own protection. You don’t
know what you’re getting into. I’ve
tried to warn you but you won’t
listen.”
“You have never said anything ex
cept that I wasn’t the type to work
in a night club.” In spite of her an
noyance, she felt compelled to lis
ten.
“There are some things I can’t
tell you, but you must trust me. Do
you think I’d be risking my own po
sition this way if I didn’t feel that
it was terribly important?”
Silently she stared at him.
“I know you think you’re in love
■with Karl,” Paul went on quickly.
“But if he is sincere, Joan, why
doesn’t he ask you to marry him?
Isn’t that proof enough that there’s
something wrong with the picture?”
His steady brown eyes gazed into
hers. She twisted her hands nerv
ously. Paul’s words had quickened
the doubt in her own heart but she
said calmly, “I don’t see that it’s
any of your business.”
He smiled wryly. “I’m only us
ing that as an example to prove to
you that Karl Miller is not on the
level. Believe me, I don’t go around
meddling in other people’s affairs
without reason.”
The sincerity in his voice was un
mistakable as he continued, “I can’t
tell you now what that reason is.
All I can do is to warn you that
Karl Miller will never marry you.”
Her voice was ragged with alarm.
“How do you know? What right
have you to say that?”
“You poor kid! You’re really in
love with him, aren’t you?”
A lump rose in her throat. “He’s
wrong about Karl,” she thought.
“He must be. Karl loves me!”
Paul went on, “There’s no use
kidding yourself, Joan! If you don’t
believe me, why don’t you ask him
and find out for yourself?”
Joan raised challenging green
eyes to his. “All right! Maybe I
will!”
• * *
Paul Sherman’s warning had dis
turbed Joan. Paul had said that
Karl would never marry her. Why?
Paul had even challenged her to
find out for herself whether or not
Karl was sincere.
She was awake early the next
morning. Lazily she watched Sybil
dress to leave for the beauty shop.
When Sybil had gone Joan tried
to sleep but it was useless. At nine
o’clock she rose, dressed, and drank
a glass of orange juice and a cup of
coffee.
111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111l
BLAKELY THEATRE
Thursday-Fyiday, Feb. 12-13
ALICE FAYE—JOHN PAYNE in
“WEEK-END IN HAVANA”
Saturday, Feb. 14
BILL ELLIOTT in
“SON OF DAVY CROCKETT”
Saturday Late Show 10:30
VALERIE HOBSON—CONRAD VEIDT in
“BLACKOUT”
Monday-Tuesday, Feb. 16-17
ROSALIND RUSSELL—DON AMECHE in
“THE FEMININE TOUCH”
Wednesday, Feb. 18
DAVID NIVEN—OLIVIA DE HAVILAND in
“RAFFLES”
llllllillllllllllllllllllllllllMlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllliiiilllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Shortly before ten she left the
apartment and went downtown. To
satisfy her curiosity she walked past
the shop where she had been em
ployed formerly by Arthur Mulford.
It was vacant and a For Rent sign
hung in the window.
“Karl didn’t lie about that tjien!”
she told herself, recalling that he
had said Mulford had quit the im
porting business.
Why was she doubting him? Was
it really because of Paul’s warn
ing? Or because of her own small
doubts that she had concealed so
carefully the last few weeks?
As she walked down Grant ave
nue, deep in her own thoughts, a
voice surprised her. “Hello, Joan!
What are you doing out so early?”
She looked up into the smiling face
of Karl Miller.
“What’s the matter, liebchen? You
look surprised.”
It was impossible to doubt him
when she was with him. His mag
netism banished her fears.
“I am surprised to see you,” she
admitted.
He took her arm arid they walked
slowly up Grant avenue past the
shops, into the crowded narrow
streets of Chinatown. Karl stopped
at a sidewalk flower stand to pur
chase three waxen gardenias.
“We’ll have lunch together,” he
promised, “and take a drive. Would
you like that?”
As they sat eating lunch, served
by a bland, unsmiling Oriental, Joan
felt a thrill of pride. The thought
of losing him aroused a fierce emo
tion in her heart. Would he ever
transfer the tenderness he had given
her to another woman? How could
she be sure unless . . . But Paul’s
words rang in her ears! “He’ll nev
er marry you. Ask him and see . ..”
“You are worrying about some
thing,” Karl said. “What troubles
you?”
What would he think if he really
knew? When she remained silent,
Karl changed the subject. “By the
way, did you see Paul Sherman last
night?”
She hesitated for one cautious mo
ment before she said, “Yes, I did.”
Karl’s smile was untroubled. “Ah?
I am glad he found you. I sent him
after you. I forgot to mention it
last night when you got back to the
office.”
Joan’s eyes widened. Karl had
sent Paul after her? Certainly Paul
had not given her that impression.
“Don’t you believe me?” Karl
asked softly and Joan felt the color
rush into her cheeks.
Karl, however, did not seem an
gry. He paid the check and to
gether they walked to where he had
parked his car.
It was not until they reached the
beach that Karl stopped and said
abruptly, “I know what you’re think
ing, Joan!”
She stared straight ahead into the
blue waters of the Pacific. She did
not know what to say.
“You are wondering,” Karl Mil
ler continued, “why I don’t ask you
to marry me.”
Her heart beat heavily. She could
not bring herself to meet those pierc
ing blue eyes.
“Joan!”
She felt his hand strong and warm
over hers.
“Look at me!” he commanded.
Blindly she raised her eyes to his.
“Will you marry me?”
She could not believe it. She stared
at him as though she had not heard.
“No answer? You do not love
me?”
“Oh, Karl! Os course I do!”
“We can’t be married for two or
three months yet,” Karl said. “I
EARLY COUNTY NEWS, BLAKELY, GEORGIA
M—» MH|
—7—
Paul Sherman’s warning had disturbed Joan- Paul had said that Karl
would never marry her.
want to get the club going first.
Then we’ll take a long honeymoon,
maybe to South America. Would
that make you happy?”
Tears trembled in her green eyes.
“Happy? I’m so happy I can’t
speak.”
“You must learn to trust me,
Joan! I would have asked you be
fore to marry me, but I wanted to
be secure financially. You under
stand?”
“Os course I do, darling!” How
could she have doubted him? Paul
Sherman had been so sure that Karl
would not marry her! How wrong
he had been! How wrong Sybil had
been! Karl had been misjudged by
them all.
“I’ll never doubt him again,” Joan
vowed as they drove back to the
Club Elite. She sat contentedly
with her arm tucked through his.
No girl had ever been so happy
as she was at that moment. All
fears had been swept away by Karl’s
proposal of marriage.
When they entered his private of
fice he drew her to him, kissed her
and said, “I have a surprise for
you.” '
“What is it?” Her eyes shone like
a child’s in their happiness.
Karl smiled as he opened his safe
and drew out a small velvet box.
Snapping open the lid, he took out a
ring, a magnificent emerald set in
plain platinum. It was a large stone,
beautifully cut.
“Oh Karl! Karl! It’s gorgeous!”
“An emerald to match your eyes,”
Karl said as he slipped the ring on
her finger.
Suddenly the words of Eric Strom
came back to her: “A woman with
green eyes is very rare ...” Why
must she think of Eric Strom now?
Like a warning of evil in the midst
of her new joy.
Hurrying home at six o’clock,
Joan displayed the ring to Sybil.
“We’re engaged, Syb! We’re go
ing to be married in two or three
months.”
“Karl asked you to marry him?”
Sybil asked unbelievingly. “That’s a
beautiful emerald, Joan! Must have
cost a fortune.”
“You don’t seem very enthusias
tic.”
“Frankly I’m not,” Sybil con
fessed.
“I suppose you would have been
better pleased if Karl and I had
quit,” Joan said coldly.
Sybil was silent for a moment,
then said, “You’re not going to be
married for at least two months?”
“That’s right. Sybil, what’s the
matter with you? You act so mys
terious lately. Is anything wrong?”
“Not a thing in the world,” Sybil
denied. “I just wondered, that’s
all.”
Joan could not .worry about Syb
il’s meaning now. She could not
worry about anything. Karl wanted
to marry her! His ring gleamed on
her white hand! She could scarcely
wait to see Paul Sherman and tell
him the good news, but Paul did
not appear at the Club Elite that
night or for several nights to come.
The days passed rapidly, magical
ly for Joan.
“You’ll have to get a new secre
tary,” she told Karl. “My mind is
definitely not on my work.”
He smiled at her. “There’s plen
ty of time for that later.”
And then one night, as Joan sat
alone in the office typing, Paul Sher
man made an appearance. He was
as good-looking, as debonair and
cheerful as ever.
“Did you miss me?” he inquired,
grinning at Joan. “Karl sent me
out of town.”
Joan smiled. She was going to
enjoy telling Paul. He had been
so sure about Karl, so prejudiced.
“Not much,” she informed him
airily. “A lot has happened while
you were gone.”
“Such as what?”
“Karl and I are going to be mar
ried,” she said proudly.
♦ ♦ ♦
Paul’s expression changed. He ad
vanced towards Joan’s desk repeat
ing incredulously, “Do you mean
that Karl Miller has asked you to
marry him?”
There was something in his face
that took the joy but 61 her an
nouncement but she said calmly,
“Yes! You were wrong about Karl.”
“I was wrong all right,” he agreed
savagely. “I suppose nothing I can
say now wifi make any difference.”
Joan smiled. “That’s right.”
“When is the happy event taking
place?”
“In about two or three months.
We’re going away on a long honey
moon.”
“Is that so?”
Joan was really annoyed with him
now. The least he could do was ad
mit he had been wrong.
“Well, it’s your funeral, my girl!”
Paul said, and jamming his hat
down on his head he bolted out of
the office.
Joan smiled as she turned back
to he ( r work. Perhaps Sybil had
been right. Maybe Paul was in love
with her. But he certainly had a
peculiar way of showing it.
Sybil seldom mentioned her sis
ter’s approaching marriage. She
was behaving strangely these days,
saying little, staring into space for
long periods.
And so life moved on triumphant
ly until the week before Christmas.
It was a rainy, windy winter day
and San Franciscans thronged the
shops armed with umbrellas and
golashes. The stores were open at
night now and Joan found herself el
bowing her way through the crowd.
She had dined downtown prepara
tory to buying Karl’s Christmas
present.
“Ten past eight!” Joan exclaimed,
glancing at the clock on the cor
ner. “I’ll have to come back to
morrow.”
She took a taxi to the Club Elite
and arrived breathlessly in Karl’s
private office.
He laughed at her excitement.
“Does Christmas always affect you
this way?”
“Only this one, darling! This one
is special.”
There was no doubt in her heart
as his lips touched hers. No pre
monition of disaster. She was com
pletely sure, completely happy.
It was nine-thirty when the office
door opened to admit Eric Strom.
“Ah?” Karl said, and Joan no
ticed that his voice was annoyed.
“You come early.”
Eric shrugged indifferent shoul
ders. “You wanted to see me?”
“Ja!” Karl said, rising.
Eric went to the cleverly con
i cealed little bar, opened it and
I reached for a bottle.
I Karl glanced at Joan. “Go to
! the dining room. I’ll send for you
I in about ten minutes.”
Joan obeyed but she was wor
ried. She did not like the way Eric
had looked at Karl. Evidently there
was bad feeling between them. But
why?
(To Be Continued)
Buy Defense Bonds and Stamps.
CITATION
GEORGIA —Early County:
J. E. Chancy, administrator of the
estate of J. H. Hand, deceased, rep
resents to the court that he has fully
administered said estate. This is,
therefore, to cite all persons con
cerned, kindred and creditors, to
show cause, if any they have, why
said administrator should not be dis
charged' from his administration and
receive letters of dismission on the
First Monday in March, 1942.
D. C. MORGAN, Ordinary.
CITATION
GEORGIA —Early County:
L. F. Douglas, administrator of
the estate of Mrs. Dora W. Stuart,
deceased, represents to the court in
his petition, duly filed and entered
on record, that he has fully admin
istered said estate. This is, there
fore, to cite all persons concerned,
kindred and creditors, to show cause,
if any they can, why said adminis
trator should not be discharged
from his administration and receive
letters of dismission on the First
Monday in March, 1942.
D. C. MORGAN, Ordinary.
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
»
For nearly three quarters of a century The Atlanta
Constitution has been serving Georgia and the South.
The Constitution is proud of the part it has played in the
development and progress of this section; and today—
as never before —the Constitution intends to pursue the
policies which have made it one of the outstanding
newspapers in the United States.
In addition to news gathered by the best press asso
ciations in the world and by local and State correspond
ents, the Constitution gives its readers a variety of fea
tures unexcelled in the newspaper world. There are
pictures of Georgia and the world taken by our own
photographers and supplied by WIREPHOTO, complete
sports pages and a woman’s page. Each day the Con
stitution carries the latest market reports and an editorial
page of independent thought. On Sunday there are
sixteen pages of comics in color, a rotogravure section,
This Week magazine and a local magazine. Readers of
the Constitution receive the writings of Ralph McGill,
Inez Robb, “Bugs” Baer, Robert Quillen, Dudley Glass,
Louella Parsons, Ida Jean Kain, Westbrook Pegler, Ralph
Jones, Dorothy Thompson, Lee Carson, Damon Runyan,
and a host of others.
Subscribe Today to
ATLANTA’S ONLY INDEPENDENT GEORGIA NEWS
PAPER, GEORGIA OWNED, GEORGIA EDITED
Send Orders Direct or Give to Dealer in Your City
THE ATLANTA CONSTITUTION
The South’s Standard Newspaper
/ .
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 —Early 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 STOREFEB. 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 MARCH 12, A. M.
MOCK’S STORE (New Hope)MARCH 12, P. M.
JAKIN FEB. 18; MCH. 17
ARLINGTON FEB. 26; MCH. 19
HILTON MARCH 16
DAMASCUS FEB. 24, MCH. 2S
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.