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THE STORY SO FAR: Joan Leland
is horrified and disillusioned, when her
employer, Karl Miller, with whom she
Is in love, shoots his business partner
and threatens to Implicate her, unless
she follows his directions. He confesses
he has a wife in Germany and is a mem
ber of the Nazi spy ring. Sybil, Joan’s
sister. Is missing. Paul Sherman, Karl’s
business manager, is really Paul O'Mal
ley, FBI agent. Karl imprisons them
on a boat from where they escape to
Mexico and when Karl attempts to mur
der Paul, Joan shoots him. There they
meet Arthur Mulford, a former employer
of Joan’s, who offers to fly them to
safety. Joan and Paul discover they are
in love with each other. Mulford is the
real head of the espionage system and
instead takes them to a desert hideout,
where Karl, only wounded by Joan, ap
pears and tries to get Paul to join
them. The FBI agent, anticipating rescue,
from previous plans, stalls for time,
and Karl produces Sybil, as an added
indncement. The rescuers secretly ar
rive and the climax is fast approaching.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER XIX
The other men stayed at the gate.
Joan saw that they had pistols and
two machine guns. She and Sybil
climbed into the car, followed by
Paul and Thomas.
“Won’t someone hear the car?”
Sybil asked.
“It won’t matter. The place is
surrounded,” Paul told her.,
Joan was surprised to find that
there were three planes instead of
one. Paul put the girls and Thomas
into one of them.
“Happy landing!” he called. “I’ll
be in San Francisco tomorrow
night.”
“You’re not coming with us?”
Joan cried in alarm.
“My job here isn’t done yet,” he
reminded her. “Don’t worry, hon
ey,” he added as tears filled her
eyes. “We’ll round up the whole
bunch and it will be all over for
good.” He thrust some papers
into her hand. “Give these to Scot
Reynolds. He’ll meet you at the air
port and take care of everything.
Good-by, darling!”
Joan choked back her tears but as
Paul closed the door she fell weep
ing into Sybil’s arms. “He’ll be
kilted!”
“No he won’t,” her sister comfort
ed. “You forget that this is Paul’s
business. He knows how to take
care of himself.”
The plane gathered speed and
rose into the air.
“We’re safe!” Thomas cried. “Do
you know what that means to me?
I’m safe from Karl Miller! I can
live again. I’m free!”
There were tears in his sad, blue
eyes. Joan forgot her own troubles
and patted his hand. “Os course
you are. And when we get back
to the city we’ll find a job for you.”
The three of them were weak from
fatigue and the reaction from tense
anxiety when they reached San
Francisco six hours later. At the
airport they were met by Scot Rey
nolds. Joan gave him the papers.
“I have orders from Mr. O’Mal
ley,” he said pleasantly. “I’ll take
Thomas to a hotel and you girls are
to go back to your apartment.”
He had his own car and drove
them there himself.
“Imagine still having our apart
ment!” Sybil said as they went into
the familiar rooms. “Who paid the
rent?”
Joan remembered Pat. “Paul’s
sister was living with me. She prob
ably took care of it. I wonder
where she is now.” She ran into the
bedroom but none of Pat’s clothes
were there. Paul had suspected
Mrs. Murdock, but Scot Reynolds
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had said nothing about Pat. Sure
ly, if she were in trouble, he would
have known it.
Too tired to think or even specu
late, the girls undressed and went
to bed. The first rays of the cold
winter sun were just creeping over
the city.
It was four in the afternoon when
Joan awoke. She sat up in bed and
yawned luxuriously. How good it
was to be home. To go into the lit
tle kitchen and prepare coffee. To
see Sybil’s blonde head on its usual
place on the pillow. And tonight
Paul would come!
It was a real thrill to discard the
black wool dress she had worn ever
since the night Karl surprised her
and Paul in the beauty shop’s secret
room—to put on a soft gray crepe
with matching turban—to take a
taxi to the nearest beauty shop—to
have her hair set in fresh shining
waves to have her fingernails
shaped back into brightly polished
ovals. She had a facial, too, delight
ing in the efficient massage that
made her skin glow.
It was seven-thirty when she got
back to the apartment.
“You look like a new woman,”
Sybil commented.
“I see you’ve been at it too,” Joan
replied with a smile, noticing that
each of Sybil’s blonde curls was in
its proper place and that a fresh
coat of rosy polish covered her long
nails. '“I hope you didn’t go to the
Ritz."
“It’s closed,” Sybil said. “I went
by there. That proves that they
must have caught up with Mrs. Mur
dock. By the way, Scot Reynolds
was here. He’s going to take us all
out to dinner. Wants us to meet
him downtown and afterward we’ll
go to the airport. Paul’s plane is
due at nine-thirty.”
JThey smiled at each other affec
tionately and after a moment Sybil
said, “Do you believe in love at first
sight?”
“Why, Syb! What are you talking
about? You don’t mean Thomas?”
“Os course not. It’s Scot Rey
nolds, Paul’s friend.”
Joan remembered his laughing
blue eyes and crisp blond hair.
"1 think he likes me too,” Sybil
continued self-consciously. “You’ll
probably think I’m crazy, Joan. You
know I haven’t had any faith in
love since my divorce ...”
“Maybe it’s time you started to
believe in things again,” Joan said
as she drew her arm through her
sister’s. “And now we’d better call
a taxi. Scot will be waiting!”
Dinner was a happy occasion.
Even Thomas seemed gay and care
free, and Joan, carefully scrutiniz
ing Scot Reynolds, noticed that his
eyes were fastened upon Sybil. As
for Joan, her happiness knew no
bounds.
It was just nine-thirty when they
reached the airport. Paul’s plane,
right on schedule, was landing. Joan
broke away from the little group
to run across the flying field just as
Paul appeared.
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“Oh darling!” Joan cried, burying
her head against the warmth of
Paul’s overcoat. “Are you all
right?”
“Os course I am, honey!”
“Where’s Karl?” she asked, look
ing around.
“All the prisoners are in the other
plane.”
“Tell me about it. Did you get
all of them?”
“Everyone,” Paul said with sat
isfaction. “That’s one spy ring that
will never operate again. But let’s
not talk about it, dear. We’ve had
enough of that in the last few
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“Oh darling!” Joan cried, burying her head against the warmth of
Paul’s overcoat, “Are you all right?”
months. From now on It’s going to
be Mr. and Mrs. O’Malley.”
The next week was the happiest
Joan had ever known. Paul planned
to take a month’s vacation so they
would have plenty of time for a hon
eymoon before they went back to
Washington for his new assignment.
They applied for their marriage li
cense, and planned to be married
the following Saturday. Meanwhile
Joan shopped for clothes and house
hold objects which she could take to
her new home with her. She bought
monogrammed crystal ash trays,
glasses, luncheon sets, bath towels,
and an alabaster lamp. It was the
lamp that finally brought an inquiry
from Paul.
“What are we going to do with
all this stuff?” he asked.
“Sybil will send them after we’ve
found an apartment in Washing
ton,” Joan told him happily. “Dar
ling, you don’t know how much fun
it is to shop, especially for your own
home! Women are funny about
things like that.”
“Evidently I don’t understand the
feminine mind,” Paul laughed.
For an instant Joan remembered
Karl Miller, who had seemed to un
derstand everything about the femi
nine mind. She ran to Paul and put
her arms about his neck. “I’m glad
you don’t!” she cried, kissing him.
"Paul, we will be happy, won’t we?”
“You bet we will,” Paul said ten
derly.
“Just think! A whole month be
fore we have to be back in Wash
ington.”
“We still haven’t decided where
to go for our honeymoon,” he re
minded her. “Where shall it be?
Honolulu? New York? Or,” he add
ed smiling, “how about Mexico?”
■ Joan shuddered. “Never again,
thank you! Let’s make it Honolulu,
darling!”
She related their plans to Sybil,
adding, “Isn’t it wonderful, Syb?
I never dreamed I could be so hap
py.”
Sybil was looking rather happy
herself these days. She had spent
every single evening since their re
turn in the company of Scot Rey
nolds.
“You know, Joan, I don’t think
I’ll look for another job.”
“But Syb! What will you live on?”
Joan asked in surprise.
“I-still have some money in the
bank that I saved when I was work
ing before, and Scot and I . . . Well,
we just seem to be in love,” she
finished, blushing.
"I think that’s wonderful.”
“Qf course, we’ve known each oth
er only a week,” Sybil continued
uncertainly. “And we wouldn’t want
to be married right away. But I
have enough money to last a couple
of months and if we both feel the
same way then ...” Her blue eyes
were shining and the bitter look was
gone from her face.
Thomas was happier too. Paul had
found a job for him and though the
salary was not large he could man
age well enough and, most impor
tant of all, he was free from the
tyranny of Karl Miller.
There was only one unsolved prob
lem—the whereabouts of Paul’s sis
ter. Paul had refused to discuss
Patricia with Joan, saying, “I don’t
want to talk about it, honey! When
things are straightened out I’ll tell
you.”
“I shouldn’t have asked,” she
said, kissing him. “Did you get the
tickets for the boat?”
“All set!” Paul said, but she fan
cied there was a worried note in
his voice. She knew that he would
not want to leave San Francisco
with the problem of Pat unsettled,
yet she dared not inquire further.
Joan continued to think of it, how
ever, and that night she decided to
ask him, but when he arrived at the
apartment she knew from his ex
pression that he had brought good
news.
“It’s all settled!” he said. “Pat
is at a hotel. I just took her there
myself. She wants us to come down
right away to see her.”
“Os course! But where has she
been, Paul?”
“In jail,” Paul said briefly. “Just
as I when we disap-
peared, Pat tried to go to the police
but Mrs. Murdock got hold of her
first. She held her in her apart
ment and had her doing all Kinds
of things; sending messages in her
own handwriting and delivering
plans to other members of the spy
ring. When the police finally raided
the beauty shop, Pat was naturally
involved. They’ve held both of them
at headquarters awaiting my return.
And so their wedding day dawned
and without a flaw to mar their
happiness.
It was a quiet ceremony at the
small church Joan and Sybil had
attended for years. Thomas was
there with Pat. Sybil held tightly
to Scot Reynolds’ hand. Joan wore
a pale green wool dress and coat
with soft fur collar.
As they took their marriage vows,
peace filled Joan’s heart—the peace
of a woman who is sure of her
choice.
Her eyes were wet with tears as
she glanced at Paul’s face. He
was slipping the wedding ring on
her finger. She heard his voice,
strong, yet so full of tenderness . . .
“With this ring—l thee wed” . . .
The little party returned to Paul’s
hotel for an early supper. The ship
was sailing at midnight. Joan’s bags
had been brought to the hotel, filled
with lovely clothes for the trip. Ev
erything was in readiness for their
departure.
But as they sat happily in the
dining room Paul was summoned to
the telephone. “Long distance, Mr.
O’Malley!”
“Hope it isn’t bad news,” Scot
Reynolds said with a frown when
Paul had gone.
“Bad news?” But what could hap
pen now?” Joan cried, distressed.
Scot smiled. “When you’re in our
line of work you never know what is
going to turn up.”
When Paul returned, Joan knew
that something had happened. His
brown eyes were troubled as he
I said, “Honey, I’m terribly sorry
this had to happen . . .”
“Oh Paul! What is it?”
Paul and Scot exchanged glances.
“Orders from Washington. A spe
cial assignment. My vacation is
cancelled.”
The others looked at them in sym
pathetic silence. For a moment
Joan thought she would cry, then
seeing Paul’s distress, she lifted her
chin and smiled. “It doesn’t mat
ter, darling!”
He took her hand. “I don’t have
! to be in Washington until Monday
I night. We’ll fly. At least we’ll have
| this week end.”
She lifted happy, confident eyes to
I his. “We’ll have the rest of our
lives, darling!”
“The rest of our lives,” Paul re
peated, kissing her tenderly.
[THE END]
(To Be Continued)
FOR JUDGE SUPERIOR COURTS
I hereby announce my candidacy
for Judge of the Superior Courts of
the Pataula Circuit for the next en
suing term, subject to the rules of
the Democratic primary to be held
in 1942. Grateful to the people and
voters throughout the circuit for the
confidence and generous support
heretofore given me, I again solicit
them, and if honored by a re-election
I shall exert my best efforts to the
fair, faithful and full discharge of
all the duties of the office to the
best of my ability.
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Damascus has a new champion to
boast about. This time it’s an essay
writing champion, Lucy Mabie Mid
dleton. In a state-wide contest,
sponsored by Rich’s, Atlanta, Lucy
won a'twenty-five-dollar Defense or
War Bond, which will be presented
at a luncheon, May 9, in Atlanta.
(The trip to Atlanta is to be paid
for by Rich’s.) The School and
County salute you, Lucy!
Throughout the Field-Day events,
Damascus students put on their best
show, and came through with many
first- and second-place honors. At
Jakin, the High School won second
place, totaling 73 points to Jakin’s
80 points. The Grammar School
placed second at Hilton, scoring 40
points to Hilton’s 48. At Damascus,
our school won first place, with 80
points. At Jakin, the Damascus lads
and lassies distinguished themselves
in many ways, the outstanding events
being as follows: The winning of
first prize by the mixed chorus, which
gave a spontaneous interpretation of
“Remember Pearl Harbor,” led by
none other than Mr. W. A. Geer;
and the winning of first place in the
speaking contest by A. J. Everson,
who spoke on “Food for Freedom.”
At Damascus, Maggie Craft was
awarded the title “Miss Physical Fit
ness of Early County High Schools;”
Bonnie Sue Pickron was acclaimed
“Miss Physical Fitness of Grammar
Schools;” and Hardy Sammons
placed second as “Mr. Physical Fit
ness of High School.” These events
that Damascus won, coupled with the
victories in athletics, were enough to
give Damascus the greatest total
number of points of all schools.
CITATION
GEORGIA —Early County:
To whom it may concern:
Mrs. John H. Crozier having in
due form annlied to me for perma
nent letters of administration upon
the estate of John H. Crozier, de
ceased, this is to notify the next of
kin and creditors of the said John
H. Crozier, deceased, that said ap
plication will be heard before me at
the regular June term, 1942, of the
Court of Ordinary of said county.
Witness my hand and official sig
nature, this sth day of May, 1942.
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NOTICE OF SALE
GEORGIA—EarIy County:
In accordance with the provisions
of a deed to secure debt from M.
T. Chipstead to T. iS. Green, dated
February 9th, 1932, recorded
February 16, 1932, in Deed
Book 42, page 426-7, and be
cause of total default in the pay
ment of the indebtedness secured by
said deed and described therein,
there will be sold before the Court
House door in Blakely, Georgia,
Early County, within the legal hours
of sale on the first Tuesday in June,
1942, at public outcry, to the high
est and best bidder, for cash, the
property described in said deed, as
follows:
The following three tracts of
land, all located and being in the
28 th District of Early County,
Georgia, to-wit:
First Tract: The Southeast quar
ter of lot of land No. 151, contain
ing 62 1-2 acres, more or less.
Second Tract: All of a certain
tract of land located on lot of land
No. 130, containing 102 1-2 acres,
more or less, except that portion
thereof hereinafter mentioned.
Said tract of land being described
as beginning at the Southeast cor
ner of lot of land No. 130, run
ning thence North 396 yards to
the Blakely and Newton public
road; thence on a course nine de
grees north of west a distance of
231 yards; thence on a course
forty degrees North of West a
distance of 165 yards; thence on
a course forty seven degrees South
of West a distance of 143 yards;
thence due West to the West line
of said lot of land; thence due
South to the Southwest corner of
said lot of land; thence due east
to the Southeast corner of said
lot of land.
There being excepted from the
above described tract, however,
three certain tracts or parcels de
scribed as follows:
(1) A ten acre tract off the
East side thereof described as be
ginning at the southeast corner of
said lot No. 130, running thence
north to the Blakely and Newton
road; thence on a course nine de
grees north of west along said road
a distance of 125 yards; thence
due south to the south line of
said lot; thence due east to the
southeast corner of said lot.
(2) That certain tract contain
ing three acres of land conveyed
to the Board of Education of Ear
ly County, Georgia, on January
■3lst, 1932, in deed which appears
of record in the office of the clerk
of the Superior Court of Early
County, Georgia, in deed book 42,
page 420.
(3) That portion of the above
described tract of land conveyed
to the Georgia State Highway
Board, on October 8, 1931, in deed
which appears of record in the
office of the clerk of the Superior
Court of Early County, Georgia,
in deed book 42, page 316.
Third Tract: A certain lot in
the City of Blakely, Georgia, ad
joining the Old James W’arehouse
lot, fronting 113 1-2 feet on an
alley running back from the pub
lic square to Liberty Street, and
running back 41 1-4 feet, said lot
being in the form of a rectangle,
and bounded as follows: On the
north by the street running from
the southwest corner of the public
square to Church street, on the
east by an alley running from the
southwest corner of the public
square to Liberty street, and on
the south and west by lands of J.
O. Bridges, R. O. Waters and H.
C. Fort.
The proceeds derived from said
sale will be applied first to the pay
ment of said indebtedness and costs
of sale, and the balance, if any, as
the law directs.
This May Ist, 1942.
T. S. GREEN.
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