The Nolan County News (Sweetwater, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 23, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 8, 1933 Page: 3 of 8
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THE NOLAN COUNTY NEWS, SWEE
ER, TEXAS, THURSDAY, JUNE 8, 1933
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CLINOR4 BARRY
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Thirteenth Installment
Synopsis: Joyce Ashton, poor stenographer,
•uttered loss of memory in a skidding taxicab
accident in Chicago. One morning two years
later she woke, after a fall from her horse,
her memory restored, to find herself, as Frills,
the wife of Neil Packard, rich California
fruit packer. She determined to tell nobody
of her predicament but set about learning
what she could of her life in the interval.
From the conversation of her friends and
letters in her desk she gathered that she had
been a heartless, pleasure-loving young wo
man. One letter that troubled her was from
• woman signing herself Sophie, blaming
Frills for oot giving a home to a baby Sophie
was caring fur. Could it ba her baby, Frills
wondered! She also found herself involved
in an affair with a man named Maitland.
In San Francisco, where she went while her
husband was away on business, she met
Robert Ainsworth, a poet whose work she had
a ways admired. When Joyce returned home,
she decided to he pleasanter to Neil than
Frilis had been. But this line was dangerous,
too, for Neil was pathetically anxious to win
back I nil’s love. NOW GO ON WITH THE
ffiKENE
WOMANS
and white buckskin oxfords. She was
certainly rather pretty, with her big
blue eyes and small neat features. . . .
Joyce wondered who she was and
nerved hersilf to the ordeal of meeting
another stranger who was not a
stranger.
"Sorry to bother you, Frills, but
I'm out on business this afternoon,"
began the girl, smiling in a half-
apologetic, half-defiant fashion, “and
your name is on the list I had given
Packard and I keep having the feel-
ing that there’s something all wrong
about living with a man so intimately
and yet not really intimately, I’ll never
lose that feeling of uncomfortable shy-
ness and strangeness, I know, until . .,
unless—oh, dear 1”
There might be among them a
few congenial spirits but she did not
feel any too hopeful. Yet after all,
what did it matter? She reproved
herself sharply for allowing the
Far in the hills Joyce had found a
little group of pines on the edge of a
towering redwood grove. When she
lay down on her back in the warm sun-
shine and looked up through the pines
at the blue sky, she felt as if she were
floating in space.
She lay thinking of Neil, and with a
little thrill of satisfaction she decided
that he showed no evidence of missing
the old Frills.
She had now met practically every
one who moved in their circle in Man-
zanita - and had found out enough of
their history and circumstances so that
she could get by safely in most cases.
The month was not yet up but Joyce,
summarizing her impressions and the
knowledge she had gathered, felt that
she had given her environment a fair
study and was entitled to draw her
conclusions and plan her future course
without further research.
First, as to Neil. She had made a
number of enlightening and cheering
discoveries concerning him. He was
devoted to golf but did not care for
dancing; he liked liquor but never
drank to excess, and he disliked risque
stories more than most of his acquaint-
ances guessed. He believed in taking
one’s part in the life of the community
but he would have been happy to stay at
home four evenings out of a week to
enjoy the quiet pleasures of private life.
On her return from San Francisco
"Do you remember Me?” asked Joyce
me to call on. We want to raise a
lot more money this year for the
Orphans’ Vacation Camp up in the
Sierras and so the committee is
planning a big fair and entertain-
ment. We want to find out what
you'll do for it. Will you enter the
rorse show and take on one of the
acts in the evening?”
Joyce listened to this appeal with
mixed emotions.
"Of course, I'm . .. I’m interested
in it," began Joyce slowly, feeling
her way and smiling pleasantly as
she spoke, “but I'm not riding any
more in shows and I’d rather not
;he had once more been forced to face I take
:he problem of her relations with Mait-
land. He had telephoned and called
several times the first day while she
was out, and on the wcond morning,
just as she was reaoy for a ride on
Kosita, he had appeared and caught her
., . Joyce let her thoughts dwell dream-
ily for a moment on Maitland and in-
stinctively she found herself comparing
him with scorn to two men—Robert
Ainsworth and Neil Packard. Measured
by Ainsworth’s standards, Maitland
had no chance at all—it was almost
unfair even to compare them.
Maitland had once or twice attempt-
ed to reopen the subject of their love,
but Joyce had continued to treat him
with such unmistakable coldness that
he was baffled and finally let her alone.
In her thoughts she now came back,
with a quickening of her pulses, to the
problem of her relations with Neil.
They had gone out together the evening
before and cooked a camp supper high
up on a hillside overlooking the valley.
They lingered until it was dark, watch-
ing the stars creep out into their places.
Joyce, hugging her knees, sat and
breathed in the peace and quiet, while
Neil stretched out close to her, smok-
ing a pipe and playing gently with
Dickie’s cars.
Suddenly Neil had rolled over to-
ward Joyce, and, putting his arms
around her waist, laid his head on her
lap. Joyce leaned back resting her
weight on her hands behind her and
did not touch him. She had lately
avoided every slightest demonstration
of affection toward him, for she had
come to the disconcerting conclusion
more than once that Neil was finding it
harder and harder to keep his feelings
in check.
She could not help realizing that it
was both unwise and unkind for her
to slip her hand in his, to smooth back
his hair, to lean against him when they
sat together, to do any one of the doz-
ens of little caressing things which she
found herself, in her liking and pity
for him, involuntarily and quite inno-
cently inclined to do.
The slightest motion of this sort sent
a flame of hope leaping into Neil's eyes.
How long could this go on ? It was
becoming more and more difficult for
them both. Joyce trembled a little to
recall the tenseness with which Neil
had finally released his i dd on her the
previous evening.
Joyce had been curious to see Joyce
Abbott, the one woman Neil seemed to
like, and the meeting with her had
come two davs after her conversation
with Ethel about the dinner for Rhoda
Maitland It was nearly five o’clock and
Toyce, dressed in riding clothes, was
waiting for Neil to come home and
take a ride with her before dinner.
She had just left the mirror in the
living-room when she heard a m t r
and looking out saw a small, shiny-
black roadster drive up to the door
The girl who got out was dressed in
white linen with a white felt sport hat
part in any entertainment, but
I’m ... I'd like to help in any other
way?”
Her acquiescence was received
with gratefully effusive thanks. The
girl then rose, hesitated for a mo-
ment and said, with a little wistful
air which Joyce felt instinctively
was not wholly genuine, “I wish we
might be friends. I dc so like to be
friends with every one. If there’s
anything I can do . .. I’m so sorry.”
Who was this girl anyhow? won-
dered Joyce, slightly exasperated by
her meek manner. There had evi-
dently been some unpleasantness be-
tween Frills and her. But before she
had to speak she was saved by the
arrival of Neil.
“Well, look who’s here! Hullo,
Joyce, how are you?” he exclaimed,
shaking hands cordially with her.
Joyce Abbott, of course I
“Well, why not sit down? What’s
your hurry?” event on Neil in his
heartiest manner, “what do you
know? How’s the new car work-
ing?”
"Oh, it’s just fine! but I must run
along now. I just came to ask Frills
if she’d help on the affair for the
Orphans’ Vacation Camp. Good-bye
and thanks ever so much.”
“Good-bye,” said Joyce. She spoke
shortly, more because she could not
think of anything to say than be-
cause she wished to be disagreeable.
Neil accompanied the caller out to
her roadster. Joyce, watching sur-
reptitiously, was again amused to
see the interest with which Neil
listened and the appealing little
glances Joyce Abbott threw at him
from her expressive blue eyes.
"I've got her number,” thought
Joyce, “she’s the ultrafeminine sort
who clings and makes the men feel
big and strong and masculine.”
Thinking over the past month,
Joyce was conscious of a baffled
feeling of dissatisfaction when lit
came to her knowledge of Frills’
own past.
In another direction also Joyce
felt herself checked. She was no
nearer accomplishing her purpose of
getting back her baby than she had
been when she received the first
letter from Sophie. A second letter
had arrived that morning—exasper-
atingly vague, very short and again
minus an address. Joyce tormented
herself trying to solve the problem,
but her determination did not weak-
en.
Her thoughts swung round again
to Neil. What was she going to do?
To continue indefinitely living in the
same house with him as they had
been doing was impossible. She had
not known what she was under-
taking when she made that decision.
“I suppose I should have gone
away in the first place," she thought
discouragedly; "I can’t realize in-
side of me that I’m married to Neil
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West Texas Crowds Greet First Ladv
At Abilene, Big Spring, During Brief
Stops on Texas Lap of Air Journey
West Texas crowds, at Abi-
lene and Big Spring, greeted
Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt
for a few brief minutes Mon-
day as she sped across the
state by airplane on her trip
to Tucson and Los Angeles.
Traveling as a passenger on
the American Airways line,
Mrs. Roosevelt was welcomed
at both West Texas towns,
scheduled stops on the line, by
crowds that jammed each air-
port.
Bands, drum corps, welcom-
ing committees, amateur
photographers and great
boquet of flowers awaited the
First Lady’s arrival at both
Abilene and Big Spring.
At Big Spring, Mrs. Roose-
velt chatted with Miss Vir-
ginia Cushing, Big Spring
high school girl who is a
cousin of Mrs. James Roose-
velt, son of the President and
Mrs. Roosevelt. Miss Cushing s
father, W. F. Cushing, Glass-
cock county ranchman, is a
member of an old Massachus-
etts family. He and Mrs.
Cushing and other members
of the family were at the air-
port to meet the visitor.
Aboard the plane with Mrs.
Roosevelt, on the Dallas-El
Paso lap of the cross-Texas
flight, were C. R. Smith, Dal-
las, vice president of Ameri-
can Airways; Miss Dorothy
Smith, his sister; Amon G.
Carter of Fort Worth; Mr.
and Mrs. Larry Waterbury,
Jr., of Tyler, Mrs. Roosevelt’s
cousins; Bob Pool of the
Baker Hotel and WFAA,
Dallas
to get ready.”
Letters are going out from
headquarters of the Anti-Saloon
League asking all dry friends in
the 24th Senatorial District to at-
tend one or both of these meet-
ings. Those living in Taylor, Nolan,
Fisher, Jones, Mitchell and Scurry
counties are asked to attend the
Abilene meeting; those living in
Haskell, Throckmorton, Shackel-
ford, Stephens, Eastland and
Callahan counties to attend the
Breckenridge meeting.
MAHON ADDRESSES BIG
SPRING H. S. GRADUATES
District Attorney George Mahon
of Colorado delivered the com-
mencement address last week at
graduating exercises of the Big
Spring high school. Mr. Mahon
used law enforcement as the
theme of his address.
A complete line of office sun-
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standards of Robert Ainsworth to
influence her. He was nothing to
her, she told herself.
♦ * *
As she sat there motionless, slid
was startled to see a man appear.
With a little gasp of amazement
Joyce recognized Robert Ainsworth.
“Do you remember me?” asked
Joyce.
“Oh Lord, how like a woman! Of
course I remember you, worse luck!”
he added with such profound gloom
that Joyce giggled. “You’re my pub-
lic, you know!” He looked at her
quickly and broke into a smile. “If ere
—please let me take your horse and
turn her out into the corral.”
“But ... I was just thinking what
a nice place this was to eat my
lunch,” said Joyce doubtfully.
“Oh, but wait till you have tasted
my coffee,” he protested, starting to
lead Rosita away. "I’m just going to
cat lunch myself and I really can
make good coffee.”
He was back in a surprisingly
short time and said, “I never eat
anything except bread and butter
and fruit and coffee for lunch but I
have plenty of truck in the shack and
I can make anything you like. Or-
ders taken until two-thirty.”
“Oh, please don’t think of getting
anything for me except coffee,” pro-
tested Joyce quickly, “I have my
sandwiches which I really must eat
or Roxic’s feelings would be hurt.”
“Well the coffee will be done in
a few minutes. Sit down or stand up
or do whatever you feel like doing.
Just let ine present you with the
keys to the city.”
He put the coffee pot on as he
spoke and Joyce asked, “Do the keys
of the city include permission to ask
questions?”
“On all free admission days, yes.
Except, of course, when Claud Al-
fred is around. He’s just a little bit
queer that way. Ever since he threw
the mother of five children into the
brook because she asked him wheth-
er he thought a man’s necktie should
match his socks, I’ve had to warn
casual visitors not to ask him ques-
tions.”
“Well, I’m glad he isn’t around
because I want to ask-”
“Oh, I know. You want to ask
how I happen to be here. You want
to say how extraordinary it is that
we should meet here, after meeting
in an equally extraordinary manner
in San Francisco. You want to get
personal. You’re perfectly charming,
Joyce Ashton, and I’m terrified of
you. If I seem to he talking a lot and
at random you’ve only yourself to
blame. Mjr well-known poise is shat-
He broke off abruptly, and Joyce
dropped limply into a chair. Nothing
could have surprised her more than
to hear Robert Ainsworth talking
to her in this manner.
‘Well, go ahead and tighten the
clamps,” he continued. “You’ve
he«*pAd coals of fire on my head by
your sunny acceptance of everything
—haul me over them!” He smiled,
hut Joyce knew’ he was in deadly
earnest.
“Sentence suspended!” she grave-
ly retorted. Their eyes met with
mutual approval for a moment, and
then Joyce lightly turned the con- j
versation to the world of books.
Continued Next Week
DALLAS, June 8.—Plans have
just been completed for two
regional conferences on organiza-
tion work for the dry forces in the
24fh Senatorial District, one to be
held at Breckenridge on June 12
and one at Abilene on June 13.
The mornings will be given over
to a discussion of methods of or-
ganization, methods of campaign-
ing, material to be used, and
where to find it, under the direc-
tion of Dr. Atticus Webb. The af-
ternoons will be given to organiza-
tion work under the direction of
the district chairman, Judge Otis j
Miller, and the vice-chairmen, I
Jesse R. Smith of Breckenridge,
Thos. E. Hayden of Abilene, War-
ren Dodson of Snyder, and Judge j
John Lee Smith of Throckmorton. |
A mass meeting will be held at j
night at both Breckenridge and I
Abilene. Dr. J. W. Hunt will be
the chief speaker for the Abilene
meeting. The speaker for the
Breckenridge meeting has not
been selected.
“We are facing,” Dr. Webb said
here today, “the greatest battle for
moral righteousness that we have
faced in a generation. There is
within our reach the greatest vic-
tory if we prepare properly, or the
most disastrous defeat, if we fail
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Boyles, C. S., Jr. The Nolan County News (Sweetwater, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 23, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 8, 1933, newspaper, June 8, 1933; Sweetwater, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth559125/m1/3/: accessed July 6, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Sweetwater/Nolan County City-County Library.