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A year ago ? almost unknown & Today ? a leader A sweeping verdict for QUALITY Hello, Freckles! By H. LOUIS RAYBOLD. c ji 2 1. b> McClur* Newspaper Syndicate. "HKI.1.0, HBIJX), FRECKLES." That w*is what It be^an with ? lie long love h ffair between Perry H?iii|in?n and Sally Treston, which n:(r l>c?-ame so woefully tangled villi money matters and isolation In If wilderness and Itev. Hornce Crane. Hui luick to the day of first things. Vrry Hampton, by some queer chance, i;i<1 Iwn dumped without ceremony n:?> i li?* Misses Hill's select klnder [nMfti, and, standing, a small, shy, iroun-lirnded stranger, on the out sorts of a magic circle, had seen ex crnled to him a little Invitational ini'rt. "Hello, Freckles!" the dearest reU*e lie had ever heard addressed liin. And straightaway in love fell Ureter Perry with Miss Sarah V. frvMon, who was as adorable at five it the was Inter at nineteen. Ami vet it was when Sally was llneteen t ha t Perry bid her a cold, [wxl-liv. Not thnt he meant it cold No. indeed! Only the barrier he j?e(a iliein ? it was Perry who heuyht ?>r it that way ? loomed to t lie M; ii ns insurmountable, at least until ip hflil wrested a comfortable livell lood for two yen rs from his civil en Ineeiing. For Sarah was scheduled & inherit n considerable fortune from in olfl iind crabbed aunt who lived d seclusion up In the country and ftined liable lo a quick demise ?>t any noinent. And a stubborn Don Quix ileiMu in Perry kept his mouth closed m tlie declarations of love 'which iirued within him until he could back hetn with offerings more substantial. Their farewell conversation was riijrlcnll.v restrained, its chief impor imct ? am] poignancy ? lying in what iiit left unsaid. "Yes. Sally, I'm off tomorrow to the lorkies." ".S?. soon?" Snll.v bit nn under Hp, nil^lit otherwise liave quivered. "The kiH>ncr the better," returned '??rry. almost savagely. "It's in.v .first d? ,l"h- damming an undammable rlv f>". ! >?' poi to make good!" Spied One ?f the Boyt. | "I? I ? 1 wtsh yon luck, Pefry Midway site checked the Impure to utter words which would have brought Perry's army about her in (iplle of himself. "When I come back," began Perry, "when I come back ? I'll ? I'll let you know." "Why. of course." mid Sally In sur prise, "anil we'll he writing back and forth all the time !" So it was with the promise of fre quent letters ringing in his ??in r that Perry finally took himself away, per mitting only ever so slight and pro longed pressure of his fingers to con vey the yearning and love with which his heart was filled. For a while letters from Sally reached Perry regularly. He respond ed promptly with long, interesting ac counts of his work ? the progress made, the obstacles surmounted. Then, with out warning, the letters stopped. Perry, at first frantic, then sunk In ! depths of gloom, plunged bitterly into his task until its completion was in I sight and his return home made pos sible. His one desire was to see Sally find learn the explanation of her sl 1 lence. . Auction Sale. We have several Used Cars !n hand which will be offered for sale at public auction on Saturday, May 27th, 1922, at 10 o'clock a. m. I" you want a Bargain do not fail to attend this sale. I j Sale will be held in the Gilmer Lane, j p C. BOGGS MOTOR & ! LIGHT CO., ! Lcwisburg,, ? West Virginia. ? 'sun*' ? !??? night hofnre his departure. Sitting in the doorway of the shanty that was headquarters for the rude construction camp. he s| ?!e?l one of the hoys coming up the trail, and his heart leaped nt the thought of possible mall. lint, after all, what he had hoped would he letters proved only a bundle of newspapers many days old. Sud denly, jit an Inconspicuous item, his universe spun dizzily around. "Married ? on the 30th, Miss Sniah V. I'reston. to the Itev. Horace Crane." It couhln't he! Mereiful heavens ? his Sally, whom he had loved since childhood ! Ai'd yet, there it was, in cold black and white for everyone to read. Forcing the unwelcome convic tion of its truth upon him, it flashed across his mind l hot here lay the rea son fer lur failure to write. Kngaged to another man. why should she care whether or not her letters had been the one brightness of his laborious d?>s? llev. Horace Crane! Wiio was !.e '! Wait ? eh. no, s'irely that could not bf ihe niaii. And vet ? Perry t-al!ed to nt'itd a gaunt, elderly per son wlui pie;i>lied in the church to which he had I loquently accompanied Sally. I -.1:1 ?he thought of his fr? sb. girlish sweetheart married to that man ?\ s:>? bitt< r T?> I'crry. Tinkle? tinkle? tini.le ? . The tele phone hell attached to the instrunien' I'ldy jus: installed w i 1 1 1 great ditliciii ty jai gl??d in the room behind bin' So recent had its acquisition been thn l'erry had no: jet become nccuMotne? to his ii'cv'neetlun with the oatshh w orld. "Hello? hello? hello:" -Hello. I rccl.lrs:" l'erry had a sensation of falntness "Who ? \i ho is this?" he managed t? say, knowing, of course. It wasn't tit one person ; he knew it wasn't. "Why ? Sally I'reston!" "Yon mean the Mrs. Itev. Hor.".c< Crane," sal-I Perry sternly, wilb. vha? he considered great presence of mind Was it >1 giggle or a sob or an ex clamation at the other end? l'erry was not sure. Hut there followed ? moment of silence, which is an ex pensive luxury in a long-distance con versation. Then, "Oh, l'erry, l'erry! My aunt !" Unfortunately, at that moment oc curred one of those breaks in com munication which will happen on the best-regulated lines. In vain Perry sought for a response. Not even the operator answered. Hut l'erry was (00 happy to care. He saw it all now ? the aunt for whom Sally was named coming on a > isit, meeting her niece's pastor, and mar rying him In spit? of her age and withered ness. And, happy thought, her marriage would divert at least a portion of that troublesome legacy into other channels. He was free to ask Sally to marry him! A week later Perry learned from Sally's lips that his surmises were substanllvll.v correct. "Only ?toy. ? lear." he reproached her tenderly, ''did you stop writing and so give me reason to believe what seemed incred ible?" "My dear," said his promised wife, "I had to do something to startle you. You were so stunld, dear!" Yet. after all. most men in love are e little bit stupid. After Many Years By FREDERICK HART. ?, 1921, l>y McCtuie Newspaper Syndicate. It wns noon ? a hot, sticky noon, with l lie sun shining down on l lie lowering buildings and populous streets of lower New York 11s though, not satisfied with t lie temperature, it was malignantly doing its host to add another three or four degrees to the^eugth ?>f the al ready stretehed inereury. The throngs that flooded the sidewalks and dodged in mid out among the stream of ft rue t ears, automobiles, and trucks tlmt clut tered about the Intersection of Wall and liuoad streets were thinly clad? the men in palm beach suits. for the most part, the girls In white filmy gar ments; hut even these efforts could not bring about the desired coolness. The narrow, high-walled streets caught and held the heat like ovens; each window turned itself into a min iature reflector and multiplied the pow er of the sun. Only in vne square was therf promise of relief ? in the little block where Tj-inlty church stands, its spire dwarfed by the mighty buildings that crowd It about, hut sturdily guarding Its sacred plot of grass? the graveyard where Alexauder Hamilton nnd Robert Fulton 11? buried, sacred among the booming thunders of com merce. Here were winding paths and green grass for tired feet, weary of the pound of the cement pavements; and here was the cool, dim Interior of the church Itself, where shadows drove away the heat and sometimes the dim notes of the organ took the business sick mind away from the racket of typewriters and tickers and gave It soothing melodies to rest and refresh for a space before the afternoon, in exorable. called again to the world of commerce and trade. Info one of the bypaths leading along a row of flaking brownstone sin bs which marked the last resting place of forgotten pioneers the city walked a girl. Sin- was renmrkahle In tlmt while obviously dressed with an eye to coolness mid comfort she still gate the impression of being fully chid ?an effect which many or her sisters abroad in that v u 1 1 r> weather utterly failed to attain. Her step was stow, her eves on the ground, her iron gate of t !??? churchyard and occa sionally compared lils watch with the ejock in the steeple. Apparently he Was waiting for something, or some one. When the girl appeared he had fold* d the newspaper and watched her Intent l\ . Sh?? carried a liny hunch of violets, bought from <?ne of the many tlower hawkcrs iliat Infest the nearhy cor ners. As she scanned tlie headstones she' paused ; then, apparently finding what she sought, she stooped above one of the smallest of the. graves, smoothed the grass on the mound with her hand and laid the violets against the slanting headstone. When she straightened tip and turned away from her task her eyes were wet. The .voting man, gathering his courage, arose, ap proached her and took off his hat. "I beg your pardon for my forward ness lit speaking to you In thjs uncon ventional manner," he said. "But 1 have seen you, once a week, all during the summer place flowers on ihat little grave. And If you will pardon my cuflosity, for which 1 assure you I have good reason, I should like to ask you why you remember Janet Cald who died In 1703, in this way? Believe dip, J tui not inspired by mere Milgar curiosity." The girl Itntkcd at liim a moment and then decided to speak. "Have you read the epitaph?" she asked. "Yes, hut I don't remember all of it, except the -mime and t lie date." "Well, it is such a little stone and w? alone, and it leans over a* though it were tired. And ? come and read it." They wenl together to the grave and, stooping, the young man de ciphered the worn inscription: 11 If JACKT Janet, Daughter of Kphraim and } Janet Caldwell, Age It) yrs. .'I mos. 1 777-1 71W. ltequiescat in Pace. ? j "Think of it !"* said the girl. "Only j sixteen; and her little grave seems so j neglected here witli all the others. I J was sorry for her; and 1 ? 1 thought' she might like the violets ? and I ? " ! The young man was not listening. ! Instead he wai? digging in his waist- j coat pocket. After some search he ' produced somciliiug and hehl it in the < palm of his hand. "Would you like in know what she > looked like?'' he asked. "Oh!" The gill's face was rosy. I "I >o you? I mean are you " "l.ook." in the young mail's hand 1 was an ancient miniature, the cover | snapped hack. The girl looked long at the face on the thin plate of i\ory. i "Oh." she breathed again, "how ! beautiful she is!" "That was painted the year before she died," said the young man quietly. "Her falher, Kphraim, was my father er's great-great-grandfather. .My name Is Grant Caldwell and this miniature Is fill that is left to remember the family of old Kphraim. And you ? you thought of her, while I am afraid that I had forgotten her." The girl's eyes were bright with un shed tears. "Hut you'll never forget her now," she said. "No ? not if you'll let rne ? ? " "]a'( you what?" "If you'll help me always to remem- [ tier her ? by seeing you again." Explorers Disagree. Stefansson says he will take along no food on lil.s rush to the I'ole, while his rival Amundsen ha? Just contracted j for a seven-years' supply. Amundsen i sa.w there is little animal life north , i f degrees, and the sleds mtisf he 1 loaded with food if the explorer would i not ft.ee starvation. Ask a User about Nearly everywhere you will find a satisfied Delco-Light user. These users, in ox pressinir their satisfaction, show that Delco-Light is the electric light and power plant for those wantiu good, do pendahle electric service. Thers's a Satisfied User near You. J. CLARK BABER, -Dealer, It Runs on Kerosine. Renick, W. Va. Place of Infinite Quiet and Res 1 Poetically Depicted by Great English Novelists. > The tm\n was :im-i<-ut ami compact I ? it domino of tiled houses and walled , gardens, dwarfed by I lie dispropor- I tioiiato liigticns of ill** church. From the midst of lite 1 borough fare which' divided it in half, liflds and trees ?ere | visible lit either end; and through the i sallyport of every .street, there llowed j In from the country u silent invasion 1 of green grass. Dees and birds ap I pea red to make the majority of th? I inhabitants; every garden had its rov* | of hives, the eaves of every house I were plastered with the nests of | swallows, and the pinnacles of (he | church were flickered about all day | long by a multitude of wings. Th# l town was full of Roman foundations; | iind as I looked out that afternoon 1 from the low windows of the Inn, I should scarce have been surprised to see a centurion coming up the street with a fatigue draft of legionnaires. In short. StaMbridge-Minster was one I of those towns which appear to be maintained by England for the in sl ruction and delight of the American rambler; to which he seetas guided by an Instinct not less surprising than the setter's; and which he visits and quits with equal enthusiasm. ? "The Wrc ker," by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne. In raising market fowls there are several breeds of fowls that reach a great weight in a very short time. ? ? ? The ch!cken house on the farm need not be elaborate. It should not be connected with any other building. W'JULL) PHtStRVE OLD HOUSE Efforts Being Made to Raise Money to Euy Dwelling Dating From Sev enteenth Century. Simic who lo\e good things ? and happily Interest In the architecture of former ajies is awakening more and more ? arc trying to preserve a remarkable old peasant s dwelling at Harreveld, a lonely hamlet on the heather in the province of Uelderlarid. It is called los lule, dating from the Seventeenth century and the last house of the Saxon type. Los, in the Geld rlan dialect, means open, by which it is Indicated that the house consists of one room only and that there are no partitions between the places for hous ing nnd sleeping for men and beasts; cows ai d goats and chickens living peacefully together with the inmates, 'fliere Is no chimney pi ace ; the wood Are bums in u hole in the floor, which Is of stone, and the smoke is allowed to And nn outlet as it pleases. The peasants, man and wife, who are living here are beset with the ex tremely modern, yet most unfortunate thought of having a wall built between the stable and the dwelling room, add ing a chimney and building another room, by all of which renovations the house will be irretrievably spoiled. The managing committee of th? ^open-air museum at Arnhem are now; trying to get. money together in order to buy the house and have It removed to tlu-ir museum park. 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