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PAGE TWO Too Much Efficient “Ti ere' That ends the business— the efficiency part. You resign; I resign. It's all of. Now we’re ready to take up the other matter. Here— wh ie are you going? Not much: sic rig t where you are—Connie. Don’t forg«-t that you're min<- ’affectionate ly.’ ” Constance Bank back and fared at him As she did so, the wild look faded from his eyes, and he smiled at he r. "Now, Connie,” he said, seating him;elf on the desk and looking down at her, "I'm sorry if I scared you, but it had to be done. I’m not crazy; I’ve juts became sane. I've chopped six \ ears of efficiency out of my life and I'm beginning all ov> r again.” “Last night," said H. Hedge, “you tur:.< 1 the lights out on n. . I don’t blan. you. I was still an efficiency engineer. I’m just plain Herny now. and as such I'm entitled to a hoarin ' I love you.” Constance watched hiti turiously. He was utterly unlike th . fficiency man. Somehow, his dirk eyes >-ad changed. They were ardent. They carried an appeal that even n voice lacked. "Yes, Connie, I love you. Os course I had to. Everybody has to. I suppose that’s on e of the things I'll have to put up with after we’re mar ried,' . i "-L* gasped and turned pink. (trtainly; after we’re married. W>-'re going to be, you know. No: ' you mustn't run, dear. You must listen a minute or two. I love you That’s three times I’ve said ,t; it pro-.. s I’ve cast economy to the winds. Doesn’t it? I'll never econo mize again, especially on that I Jove you—l love you.” And Constance, for all her bewil derment, could see thatH. Hedge rn*-ant it. “You see,” he went on, “it explains lots of things. It explains why I ordered one young man after another ■>'it - f the house. 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Often it is the determining I faced children to bring joy during I I‘•■■MM i* J ■ factor in future happiness. the springtime of life a d in fifll 11 VBll j/ i Every girl at some time or other age B> But tWe’s°the drugery of be- ’MH */ J 11 ™ her life thinks dee P’y on this ing a wife and a mother—the wash- pioblem. ing of dishes . . • the cooking of Virginia Swain’s new newspaper I meals .. . the worries of rearing ci - serial, “Spinsterhood,” deals with this dren ... and the specter of divorce. Wgr problem of nfe j t handles Ambition promises to bring the Jff / the question in a manner that as- amoicio j nf ,a P rn trirl Jr I ! • sures the widest possible reader m- worlclto the feet of the modern girl I It ig a tru g to jjf e stor y of a .. . fame, renown . e i ec tric j \ girl who makes her great decision h . e _L n ;7Broad wZy . . weflth, free- ) and then tests it in the crucible of But there's This Story Starts Saturday, December Sth. Get your TIMES-RE C O R D E R If your Subscription has expired renew at once! If you are not a Subscriber Phone 99 at once ! DO NOT MISS A SINGLE INSTALLMENT! 1 • : ‘ l, '‘ ' Ut ‘ r -♦ fT j n* |‘l • i -II H I I r ,h I J V/ t-ll •HF ■>. | J S<?c-" ' • “Connie—l love you.” them would really get you. I don’t I suppose I was giving them a sport ing chance. But how could I? I just had to have you. Connie. You ’ don't mind my saying ‘Connie,’ do you?” She made bo reply, being a trifle | uncertain. "Now. as to the other part cf it,” he said. “I mean the part about you fooling me and making me believe that you really liked all that eff- iciency stuff. You did fool me, of course. But before you got through you fooled yourself, Connie.” Constance was watching him I sharply. “Didn't you fool yourself?" "How? she asked unwarily. “By pretending that I was your enemy; and that you hated me, and then winding up by loving me.” “I—why—” Her face flamed again. How dare you say I love you?” "Because I’m sure of it,” he an [swered happily. “You—you presume, Mr. Hedge!" “I do not presume—and my name is Henry. Sometimes I used to be called Harry,” he added a little wist fully. “Honestly, Connie, I think you love me.” “You think it? You said before—” He made a gesture of despair and laughed. "That just shows v?u how mixed a man gets when he’s in 'ove. But I am sure of it. And you’ll be if you’ll only stop to consider." Constance Brooke had received proposals before, but never one that carried with it such brazen assur ance. She knew that she ought to put H. Hedge aright vt ithont delay but she waited. “I can't give any reason for be lieving so, I admit,” he continued j rather lamely. "‘But I just feel it in ,my bones, i just feel- oh, I guess 1 it’s a hunch Connie.” He slid down from the* table and j stood in front of her, his hands • stretched, as he had the evening be -1 fore. But this time she did not i laugh at him. She felt serious and disquieted. It was like having an i utter stranger lay his heart in her .hands—for there was no doubt that I the efficiency man had vanished. As ' for the stranger, why— “lf you don’t love me, I think you I ought to deny it," he suggested ■ meekly. "I deny— ’’ “Stop!” ’ She stopped, and was annoy -d when she became aware of it. [ “I deny—” | He reached over and placed js hand across her lips. | "Don't dear,” he pleaded. She pushed the hand away, but did not finish the sentence. Instead, she AMERICUS 7 IMES-P '.LORDLK I rose from the chair and started to ward the hallway. Then she changed her course, for no conscious reason, and went over to one of the windows, where she stood with her back to ward him. H. Hedge followed. The foundering uncertainty went j out of his eyes and he beared at the ' back of her head. He took her gent • ly by the shoulders and turned her around. , she murmured. “Then—l” |' ‘‘Let's quit fooling," he said. I “So—so you've been fooling, then,’ i she murmured. “Then —I” The rest of the sentence was smoth ered as H. Hedge stood there with Constance in his arms, his heart pounding a hundred beats to the min ute. He did not dare speak. Con- ( stance did not try; it was too—amaz ing. I After several minutes, he ventured a pleading appeal. “I don't know whether I can talk straight yet,” he said. "I suppose I’m due for another bungle. But I’ve kissed the top of your so often that I just wondered if you'd let me—” She lifted her head—and let him. “I don’t deserve this,” he said I humbly after an interval. i “I don’t think I do, either—after ; the way you treated me,” she an swered faintly. "I—l must be crazv ’ ' “Why?” “For loving you.” I ' Connie!” He held her off at , length. “Honestly,—do you?" ( She looked at him in amazement. I “H. Hedge, you are insufferable!” she exclaimed. “Do you think I’d i let you—kiss me—and almost crush me to death—if I didn’t love you?” 1 He seized her again, and they be gan once more from the point where’ i they had quit fooling. It was Constance who broke the silence finally. “It’ seems to me,” she said, as she ran her fingers lightly, almost curi ously, over his hair, "that for a pri son who has abandoned efficiency, you are still a rather scientific man ager. O-o-om! There—didn’t I tell ■ you so, dear?” * ♦ • Half an hour later Constance and , H. Hedge were gravely wondering how they could ever explain it .<> ' NOTICE! Spinsterhood,” a great serial story about Americus people, starts in the Times- Recorder next Saturday. Everybody in Americus is talking about the story and the prospects are that there will be an unusual demand for extra copies. The number of extra cop ies printed will be limited. If you are not a regular subscriber, the only safe thing to do is to phone 99 and have the Times-Recorder started to your house at once. All orders received up un til II a. m. Saturday will be filled, but this paper cannot guarantee to supply orders for back copies received on Monday or later. Don’t miss a single chap ter of this great true-to-iife serial. anybody. They could not even ex- ; plain it to themselves. i “There’s absolutely no tense in it,” she said. , “Absolutely none," he agreed. . “It’s impossible to give any good ! reason.” |, “Impossible.” “And yet—well, it’s done.” '• “That’s the only explainable part of it— it’s done. Nobody knows how; |, not even us.” “Yet we’ve got to tell them, of ; course.” “You bet we have! I’m going to \ t tell everybody, before you change I your mind.’’ “No fear, E. E.,” she said, gravely. I “I told you E. E. was dead—ex- I tint.” » "nevertheless, I’m afraid I’ll al- 1 ways call you that—or H. Hedge. ! I'm so used to it. Do you suppose father will consent?" “What’s he got to say about it?” i demanded the ex-efficiency man. “I ‘ consent, and that’s enough. I’m ■ MOTHER! Child's Harmless Laxative is “California Fig Syrup” i o j r / / /1 Hurry Mother! A teaspoonful of "California Fig Syrup” now will thor oughly clean the little bowels and in a few hours you have a well, playful child again. Even if cross, feverish, bilious, constipated or full of cold, children love ite pleasant taste. Tell your druggist you want only the genuine “California Fig Syrup” which has directions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother, you must say “California.” Refuse any imitation." your guardian, you know. I give my official sanction.” “But you’re too late, my dear. You resigned. And this—this happened afterward.” “Then I reinstate myself long enough to express my approve!. ” “No you don’t!” warned Constance “E. E., if you reinstate yourself for as much as a solitary second I’ll break the engagement. I don't want to know any more efficiency men. Heavens! Wasn’t one bad enough?” “I guess I was awful,” he ad mitted. “What—in—blazes!” said a voice. As they turned abruptly, Billy Brooke strode into the room. “Hello, Bill,” said Hedge easily. “When did you float in?” “Wha—what’s this?” BUY YOUR TURKEY FROM US! Bake that Fruit Cake Now! We have all the necessary ingredients, all FRESH— Citron, Orange Peel, Lemon Peel, Crystalized Cherries, Crystalized Pineapple, Raisins, Currants* Pecans, Almonds, Walnuts, Brazil Nuts, and Swans Down Cake Flour, WE APPRECIATE YOUR BUSINESS Harris Grocery The Home of Quality —2B—Phone—29 N. W. Corner Jackson and Forsyth Sts , ~ — ■ ---- ■ We Trade, Sell and Repair Bicvcles ! * Also sharpen Safety Razor Blades, Knives, Scissor?, etc. We do light Soldering and Welding; Repair Tricycle*, small Autos and other Wheel Toys. Freeman will fix it or tell you where you can get it fixed. Go-Carts Re-tired while you wait. “IT PAYS TO BUY THE BEST ’ Freeman’s Bicycle Shop 206 North Jackson St. Americus, Ga. — ■ ' -■" i W" J? j BQUCE * ! fW Q.EVNOLDS MONDAY AFTERNOON, NOVEMBER 30, 1925. Constance smiled at her brother and linked an arm around one of 11. Hedge's. “Connie!" cried Billy. “Why, what’s wrong, Billy?” asked the retired efficiency engineer. “Didn’t you ever see enything like ! this?” And he kissed Constance. "Leave my sister alone!” growled Billy menacingly, and this time he plainly meant it. “I don’t want him to,” said Con stance. “And don’t you lay a finger on him, Billy boy, because he will break you into little peices. He can —can’t you, E. E.?” Her eyes kindled with pride at memories of the prowess of H. Hedge. (To Be Continued)