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REAL ESTATE
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TAX COLLECTOR’S ROUNDS
I will be at, the following places on dates mentioned
below for purpose of collecting taxes. I will be in of
fice all the time except dates mentioned below:
Trion Store: Nov. 21, Dec. 5, Dec. 12.
Menlo: Nov. 19, p. m.; Dec. 3, p. m.
Lyerly: Nov. 22, p. m.; Nov. 29.
Subligna: Nov. 28, p. m.
Seminole: Nov. 26, 11 a. m.
Holland: Nov. 26, p. m.
Haywood and Dry Creek Road, Nov. 20.
MY BOOK WILL CLOSE DECEMBER 20TH.
J. A. SCOGGINS
More farmers borrow from
their local banks than from
any other source of credit.
Reasons: Prompt service,
freedom from red tape and
personal attention to their
individual borrowing needs.
Whenever you need credit,
come in and talk it over.
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SUMMERVILLE, GA.
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SUMMERVILLEGEORGIA
THE SUMMERVILLE NEWS: SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA
UNHOLY BOND
CHAPTER XIII
“Thank God! Now I can shave
off this darned beard. It’s been
driving me nearly crazy!”
Mr. Prentice arrived the next
day.
“I’ve been most distressed
over this whole affair,” he said.
“We’d have done better to take
action the first time when Wil
liam disturbed the children. But
now at least you’re in a position
to go to court.”
Richard looked disturbed.
“But we want to avoid that if
possible, Mr. Prentice. I can’t
i take time off from Oakhart now
| —we’re short-handed as it is.
Besides, the shot was accidental.
I you know.”
"An accident on William’s
! part, but gross negligence on
; Mrs. Gremont’s. You have wit
nesses and the gun, with its fin
j gerprints. By law, she its his
[guardian and responsible. Be
sides, he was trespassing.”
“Abby thinks William would
be happier in an institution.”
“Well, we have the means to
put him in a good one now. Mrs. ■
Gremont has no legal objection
I to offer.”
“She’ll hate us,” Richard said.
“I’m afraid she already re
| sents you for owning Oakhart —
: she’s that sort of woman. How-
I ever, there’s a political campaign j
I coming up, perhaps that will di
vert her. Gremont pas been los
ing some of his backers lately.”
He stared at them solemnly
for a long moment, then—
“l had another reason for
coming here today—about that
new wing you want to build,
Doctor.”
Richard frowned. “Mrs. Eynon
doesn’t want to place a mort
gage on Oakhaitt, and since this
happened, I’m inclined to agree
with her.”
“I’s partly because of her at
titude that I’m making my of
fer. I’d like to advance you the
money for it—a gift, not a loan.
“Give it to us!” Janet ex
claimed.
He held up a thin, admonish
ing hand. “Wait —there are
strings attached. In exchange
for my gift I ask that my little
I boy be permitted to spend his
j summers here. He has been
seeing your place here I under
stand how abnormal his life has
become.”
“He has rheumatic fever,
hasn’t he?”
Mr. Prentice nodded wordless
ly. Janet had heard Jonathan
Prentice’s case discussed by
' Richard and Cliff. He was really
a victim; unlike little Rodney
Backer, there was no chance
that his trouble might be cor
rected by an operation.
“But we’d love to have him,
anyway,” she said.
“That’s not all —I also ask that
if I should not live until Jona
than is twenty-one, you become
his guardians until he attains
his majority. I know you’ll want
to think it over ... I won t
press you now.”
“I’m going for a walk, Abby.
The children are all asleep, but
look in on them occasionally,
will you?”
Abby nodded, but her round,
moon face was worried. “Where
are you going, Janet?”
“Up on the ridge, I think.
There may be some signs of
spring up there.”
“Certainly aren’t any down
here,” Abby muttered, then add
ed. “better wear rubbers, the
ground’s damp.”
For the first’ time since she
had been at Oakhart, Janet re
ally wanted to get away from it.
She had to divest herself of ev
ery view of the house and
grounds, avoid contact with
those inside them in order to
think things out clearly.
Beyond Oakhart was an uncut
timbered tract of spruce and al
der and hickory. It rose above
the surrounding valleys and
formed a clay bluff above the
river. It was dryer ground and
the sun touched it often. Janet
plodded upward, taking the rise
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Richard was almost well . . .
she must decide to leave him
now.
The situation had become in
tolerable.
Everyone seemed aware of it
but Richard. Abby had been
frank about it, so had Cliff,. Ev
en Naomi, though she misinter
preted Janet’s love for Richard,
had guessed that he did not love
her.
Richard’s love was medicine.
She had failed. She couldn’t
go on. To be aching with love
ior someone who didn’t return
that love; to be near him every
waking moment, to see his every
gesture, hear his every word, to
long to put out a hand to him
and feel his arms around her,
yet forever having to remember
to keep a tight rein on her emo
tions, was more than anyone
could take.
She would ask him for a di
vorce. Leave him Oakhart for it
was a project that she too be
lieved in. He was in a position
to charge more now, and he
could afford a registered nurse.
At the top of the ridge, she
found a fallen log near the edge
of the bluff and sat down, look
ing off over the patchwork of
farm lands.
Below her on the trail came
the slow plodding footsteps of
someone taking the climb easily,
pausing often to rest. A quick
tremor of fear passed over her,,
until she recalled that William
Hartigan was safe in a new ha
ven and in reality was quite
harmless.
Sun glinted on a sandy head
bobbing up the path. Richard’s
tall, rugged shape came into
view. He was anxiously search
ing the woods, his hazel eyes
dark and serious. Janet stood up
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“Richard, you shouldn’t have
come, the climb is too much for
you.”
His big mouth twisted in the
strange lop-sided grin that Janet
loved. “When the doctoc deserts
the patient, the patient must
seek the doctor.”
She stared into his eyes think
ing how gentle they were—how
soothing and encouraging to a
sick person, their expression.
“Sit down and get your breath
—I thought you were reading.”
“Even books aren’t satisfac
tory companions at certain
times, and when a man’s wife
goes running off by herself, all
he can do is follow.”
Her fingers clinched until the
knuckles were white. She must
not let herself weaken now.
Richard was only being kind and
polite, as he was with everyone
—his words meant nothing per
sonal.
“Richard, there’s something
,»
“Wait, Janet. Before you say
anything, I want to tell you that
the day you and Bronson were
in my room I heard everything
you said. I was not asleep or
unconscious as you seemed to
think.”
Uncomprehensively she looked
into his eyes, then when she
understood the full import of his
words, her own eyes filled with
mortification.
“Oh, Richard, Richard!” she
gasped with dismay.
“My dear, don’t be ashamed.
You don’t know how grateful I
am that it happened.”
Her face was burning; she bit
her lips to keep them from trem
bling.
“There’s something else you
should know,” Richard continu-
•Richard,
ed, “Bronson was perfectly
aware of my condition and he
deliberately encouraged the con
versation.”
“You mean—?”
Yes. It was pretty damned de
cent of him. He’s in love with
you himself, but he gave me a
chance to discover how things
really stood.”
Janet stared down at the rip
pling gray ribbon of Clear Riv
er. “I don’t know what to say.”
His eyes held a teasing glim
“It seems to me there’s very lit
tle leit for you to say. You did
very well that afternoon.”
Could he be mocking her? But
Richard was above that.
“Janet, don’t you know I’m in
love with you and have been ever
since that evening at the Maison
Mourney?”
“You don’t have to save me
embarrassment, Richard.”
“I’m not, my dear—l’ve want
ed to tell you before, but you’d
never let me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before
we were married, when we were
making our plans for Oakhart?”
“Propose to you when you’d
just fallen heir to an estate?
Wouldn’t that have been a lit
tle obvious? I didn’t want you
thinking that it was bad
enough overhearing hospital
gossip.”
“But after that?”
“After that it was you who
seemed so determined to make
it a business partnership. Every
time I want to tell you, you
avoided me or something else
interfered.”
“Strange ... I felt that way
too.”
“Then when I came home from
town that day,” Richard said,
“I saw you and Bronson sitting
on the old rock by the river.
You were in his arms and he was
kissing you. After that I didn’t
know what to think.”
“He was just comforting me,
Richard. He knew how I felt
about you.”
“I know that now.”
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their neighbors, too.
Thursday, November 28, 1946
“Oh, Richard, Richard, it all
seems so stupid.”
“Janet, you’re my wife—from
this moment on, in every sense
of the word. We’ll begin all
over.”
His arm slid beneath her coat,
pressing her body close to his,
his mouth on hers was warm
and determined. She felt a slow
satisfaction enfolding her—it
was not just the nearness of
Richard’s person but the great
peace of mind his words had
brought.
They sat there, Richard with
his arm tight around her, until
the sun began to sink low on the
horizon and the sky was a
streak of green and coral, then
they their homeward
journey.
At the entrance to Oakhart he
picked her up in*his arms.
Janet laughed with happiness.
“What now, Richard?”
He grinned, but there was a
new light in his eyes. “Some
thing I’ve wanted to do for ten
months carry my bride over
the threshold.”
THE END.
(Starting next week: “Beyond
the Law,” a new serial by Mary
Imlay Taylor.)
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