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THE JOUBNAL, PtATTSMOTITH, UEBEASE1 MONDAY, JANUARY 10, 1944 PAGE FOUR Weeping Water . I Helping Hand Society r.it-i Thurs day afternoon at the home of Mi&s Daisy Johnson, with a large attend ance.. This was their annual elec tion of officers, with the following officers chouen: President, Mrs. John Keebner; vice president, Mrs. Troy Murdock; secretary and treasurer, Mrs. Frank Hunt; courtesy commit tee, Mrs. Ernest Norris and Mrs. Roy Harshman; Red Cross production cl:airman, Miss Edith Johnson. Friendly Neighbors held their January meeting at the home of Mrs. Glen Taylor when a robe was completed for the Red Cross. Mrs. Morris Penterman was a guest at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Glen Taylor last Friday. The Friendly Farm ladies met Wednesday afternoon at the home of Mrs. Reuben Grotssei. Mrs. Ose?h' Domingo was the assisting hostess. Mr. and Mr. R. O. Baker receiv ed word that they are grandparents f Jennette Irene, weight, 6 pounds, born to their son-in-law and daugh ter, Mr. and Mis. Charles Hanson of Minneapolis, Minn., Monday, Jan. 3. Mr. and Mrs. Karl Pehrson are planning to leave their farm ana move into town as soon as their towi house is vacated. This is the house formerly the property of the late ilenry Mogensen, in the north part of town. Bedford Harvey has rented the Pehrson farm and will move there the first o March. Mr. Pehr son has advertised his farm equip ment for sale. Miss Olga Pehrson, again resum ed her work at the telephone of fice, Monday, after three months va cation on account of illness. A letter received by Mrs. Clarence Pool, from Mrs. Irene Bill Carroll, told of the death of her mother, Mrs. John Bill, at Pasadena, Calif., on Christmas day, of cancer. Mr. and Mrs. Bill celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary last year. She amp I ' ...v. Jr. ff, M 5HANN -. ; CHAPTER I They were hurrying this morning, those of them who were snatching their twenty-four hours leave.- It didn't come very often only once in every fourteen days. That was why they had to make the most of it. They worked hard harder, they often thought, than many of the girls in the Waafs. They were plotters girls who had enlist ed for "special duties" in the most interesting branch of the service where they were right in the thick of it all. In the Operations rooms they needed to use their brains and needed to have plenty to use. too. Cherry Pyecroft had plenty. She was quick as lightning, small, with dark hair and blue eyes, vital, alive, full of restless energy. She was breaking her neck now to catch the one-thirty to town instead of hitch hiking with the others. This was a grand and most economical way of getting to the city, and a girl in uniform could always get a lift. But today Cherry wasn't trusting to any chance way of getting to London. Denise expected her at the apartment as soon as she arrived. And it had been a long time since she'd seen her or heard any news of Simon, Denise's husband. Simon had gone to America with the War Purchasing Commission, but Denise had said in her last letter: "Simon will be back any day now. It seems quite incredible to think he's been gone nearly six months. The time has simply flown. But I suppose that's because I've been enjoying myself." Cherry, giving her uniform a quick, hard brush, wondered anx iously just how well Denise had en joyed herself. She wished she had kept in closer touch with her, though it wasn't easy now that she was working so hard. When Simon had left she had consented willingly to stay at the apartment with Denise, who firmly refused to follow Si mon's wishes that she live outside London while he was gone. Then the unexpected had happened. Madame Hayden, Cherry's boss, had suddenly closed her shop. She hated sacking Cherry but there was nothing else to do. f Cherry had said that night to Denise, "I don't feel like taking an other civilian job, Denise. I'm aw fully tempted to join one of the wom en's services. The Waafs are ad- vertising for girls for "special duties.' If it wouldn't mean letting you down ..." Denise had answered that, if Cherry felt that way, of course she must do her duty to her king and country. She'd be perfectly all right. Only the other day Sandy Drake, a friend, had said how much she would like to share the apart ment with her. "But what about Simon, dar ling?" Cherry had objected. "I said I'd look after you for him." Denise had laughed lightly at this and added, a trifle tartly, that she was perfectly capable of looking after herself. "You go and be a Waaf, my pet. You'll look positive ly stunning in that Air Force blue uniform." Which hadn't though Cherry had never been able to make Denise believe it had anything to do with her reason for joining the service. It was true she felt a thrill of sat isfaction the first day she'd seen herself in uniform. But that was trivial. What counted was her deep inner satisfaction. Right from the outbreak of war she had been dis satisfied with her civilian job. She was young twenty-three her next birthday strong without responsi bilities. It was only right that she should be doing her bit. So she had left Denise's comfortable flat to begin a fortnight's disciplinary training at a big camp just outside London. Life had suddenly become so different! With Denise she had enjoyed every comfort. At the camp . . . Sometimes she wished she had waited and joined up in the Sum mer. Getting up at six o'clock on a raw Winter's morning, lighting fires, cleaning the hut in which she slept with a dozen other girls, drill ing, going on route marches, eating unpalatable food from a bare table, never, it would seem, having any rest all this certainly brought out the toughness in a girl, a toughness Cherry had never believed she pos sessed. It had done her good. Later she had been posted to an air drome well drilled in the fact that an officer's word was law and no Waaf ever answered back. She felt now as if she had been in service all her life. She was quite at home on the station, used to answering to her surname, popu lar among the other Waafs." And, most important, she no longer thought quite so often of Simon. But how difficult it had been! Traveling to town, Cherry went back over the list three years, re membering the first time she had seen him. She had been walking across Hampstead Heath on a warm Sunday in Spring. - She had . tripped and hurt her ankle and he'd taken her home in a taxi. When be said good-bye he had said, "No, darling, I mean I'm going to avoid meeting him." "Couldn't we meet again some time?" For Cherry that had been the be ginning. There was something about him, the way he looked and spoke, that she had been unable to put into words even to herself. But her heart turned over and her pulses quickened whenever he was near her, and she had known al most with a sense of foreboding, which she was to learn later had certainly been justified that there could never be any other man for her. At the time the and Denise had been sharing an apartment. Denise had been a much sought after pho tographer's model. Her lovely face smiled at you from billboards. From magazine advertisements and newspapers, too. Denise had been away when Cherry had met Simon. When she returned Cherry said, "I've met rather a nice man while you've been out of town. He's coming around this evening. His name's Simon Lindon." "Shall I like him?" Denise had asked. . "I'm sure you wilL No one could help it." Denise had liked him so much that within six weeks she had mar ried h:m. f r .-! c- wry first mo ment they met C'- "rrv had known it was nn:r,.i n, r"'- SI'C hadn't blamed Dt . - I, . ; - i t her fault that she was -o hfvn u! '.hat every man she rret f'i in lve with her. It warn't as if she. Cherry, had even given her a hi-t as to how she herself felt about ?;rnon. If she'd said, perhaps, before they met, "Please, darling, even if you do like him. leave him for me. After all, I found him first. You have so many other men. And, you see, I've fallen in love with him." If she had only said something like this, then everything would have been different. And yet . . . No, she didn't really think so, be cause Denise would still no doubt have wanted Simon and Denise al ways got what she wanted. So Cherry had said nothing, just taken herself in hand and shut her heart against him. What else could she do without letting Denise know how much she loved him? Her only prayer had been that the other girl would make him happy. Hurrying from the station to the Lindons' apartment. Cherry hoped that Denise would make Simon's re turn a welcome one. after their six months separation. She must sure ly be longing to see him again. Connie, Denise's maid, opened the door to her. "Madam's in her room. Miss Cherry." Denise's voice floated across the hall. "That you, Cherry? Come on in. I was hoping you'd be here soon. There are one or two things I want you to do for me." Cherry was amazed at the con fusion in Denise's charming bed room. "Packing?" she asked stu pidly. "Yes." Denise bent her head low over a drawer and flung out a heap of silk undies. 'What's happening?" asked Cher ry. "I'm going awsv." And turning she looked fu' a! Chrrry. an oddly defiant eyrrf'n n h-r-r eyes. "I've had a cable fvr-: m n. from Lis bon. He's a:-;"1" ". rh ver.ing." "But - '- - -v rr ae'e a little gesture. "'';. r: wr, vou're going to meet rum'' "No. dftii-r?. i rvsn I'm going to avoid meetif i.' r. vr.." "Denise. you can ) mean that?" Denise gave an odd little laugh. "Oh. yes, I can. And since you may as well know the worst, I'm not going alone." "Not going alone?" Cherry echoed faintly. "That's what I said," snapped Denise, turning to slam down a suit case. Cherry told herself it couldn't be true. It mustn't be true. Denise laughed lightly. "Darling, I wish you wouldn't stand there looking so horribly disapproving. Cherry said passionately, "Disap proving! But, Denise, I just can't believe it!" Yes, though Denise mentioned no names. Cherry felt convinced it was Jerry Miller. She wanted to take Denise by the shoulders and shake her or else lock her up until she came to her senses. She said bit terly, "It will break Simon's heart to come back here and find you've gone. I still somehow can't be lieve that you're really serious." ; Denise fastened one of her bags and straightened her slim back. She gave a brittle little laugh. - "Don't be idiotic, Cherry. Hearts don't break. Simon will get over it." Then, her curious green eyes with their thick dark curling lashes nar rowing as they, met Cherry's honest blue ones, "Perhaps, my pet, this is where at long last you're going to be lucky." So Denise knew Cherry's cheeks flamed. As she said in a little rush, "Since you've brought that out into the open, I'm not going to deny it. I've always believed you didn't know. But it doesn't matter. You must realize that I don't count with Simon. I never have. It won't make any difference because Simon will never love any other woman. Some men are unfortunately made that way. Some women, too. Only I suppose you're too shallow and worthless to understand it. Oh, Denise . . ." her voice changed. Anger and bitterness subsided. There was only an urgent pleading and a heartbreaking ring of sincer ity. "Denise, I didn't mean to say harsh things to you. It's just that I'm so unhappy for Simon. Darling, he loves you so terribly." "You're just being foolishly senti mental, Cherry," said Denise prac tically. She gave a little tolerant superior srrule. "But you always were, weren't you? I've often said you're the most sentimental girl I know. You can't get it out of your head that all men and women don't marry and live happily ever after. Let's not argue any more. I've got fifty things to do before I get away. I'm taking the three-thirty to Bris tol and whatever happens I don't want to miss it. I hoped perhaps you'd be an angel and help me. Or are you by any chance going to stand sentry over that door and re fuse to let me leave the apart ment?" Cherry said heatedly, "I'd very much like to." Denise laughed. "Oh, darling, don't be so ridiculous. Cherry, lis tenthis was bound to happen. Simon and I just aren't made to run in double harness. It's far bet ter for one of us to realize it and make the break. To be perfectly frank, I've been sick of Simon for some time. He's so darned dull." "Denise!" It was a cry of re proach wrung from Cherry's very heart. "He is. Cherry, my pet." "Oh, Denise, how can you!" "Easily, darling. Oh, doubtless Simon is attractive enough tosome women yourself, for instance but I find him horribly, boringly dull." "And this other man? I take it it's Jerry Miller?" Denise turned and looked at her. "Who said it was Jerry Miller?" Cherry thought, she's trying to put me off. But she's not succeeding. It was Jerry Miller, she was cer tain. She'd seen Denise's whole face had come alive the night he'd called for her. If only Simon were not involved, his happiness not at stake! She said dully, "Are you leaving some word for Simon?" Denise apparently hadn't thought of this. "Ought I to? The conven tional note propped up on the man telpiece? Or should it be stuck on that pincushion on my dressing ta ble? I've never left a husband before. I'm not quite sure of the procedure. No, I don't think so. You're here, darling. You've got twenty -four hours leave,, haven't you? Stay on and greet him with the bad news. Or is that asking too much of you?" Cherry drew a swift breath. "It's asking the impossible." - , , (To Be Continued.) SJi i had beeii Ledfast for the past six months and had suffered greatly. Their many friends in this commun ity extend Isynipathy. Mrs. S. Ijtuy Smith was a Lincoln visitor Monday. V - Dr. and-Mrs. Guy Lake, visited his aunt ai4 uncle, Miss nes Rough, an! (Mrs. and (Mia. An'.ou Rough Wednesday afternoon. Dr. Lake has just completed his intern ship in a Utroit hospital, and is enroute to tamp Barkley, Tex., as a lieutenant iiv the army. His wife, a lieutenant in the marine corps, is leturning W d'uty fit. -Washington: D. C. . They i had been visiting the doctor's father, Dr. Guy Lake, at Lincoln, ami his grandmother, Mrs. Lake of Murdock. Eugene Colbert has advertised his farm equipment for sale, and will letnrn to Ids town home. His son, Lloyd, who. has been on a farm west of Avoca, will take charge of his father's farnv Mr. and Mrs. Dan Sudduth were in Omaha Sunday to visit the Don Sudduth family. Owing to a conflict in dates the Friday Evening Dinner club met on Thursday evening at Mac's Cafe, for dinner, and adjourned later to the home of Air. and Mrs. Ralph Keck ler, where they spent the evening playing bridge. The meeting took the form of a party honoring Rich ard Keckler, who leaves next week ta enter the Navy. Mrs. Arthur Bertliold entt-rtainL'd the Idle-A-Wile Bridge club at her home Thursday afternoon, with eight E nests present. Mr. and Mrs. Joe Bender expect to move into their newly purchased home this coming week. New floors nave been. laid, and the interior has been newly . decorated throughout, and the exterior painted. This will r-iake the Benders a fine home ami will be close to school, for their daughter, Joan, and close , to the business part of tow u. Nearly one hundred books from the library of the late Dr. M. U. Thomas have been presented to the Weeping Water library. j Miss Ma.rje Grafe has been ill with the flu this past week. , DanL-h Ladies Aid met Thursday afternoon at the home of Mrs. Otto Mogensen. With a large attendance. The annual election of officers was held with" the following result: President: ! Mrs. Chris Elgaard; vice president, ; Mrs. Chris Rasmussen; Mrs. Mogens Johnson, treasurer; Mrs. Ramus Lauritzcn, Sr.; flower fund, Mrs. Knud Jensen. The inem Lers enjoyed a fine lunch piepared by the hostess at the close of the business session. The next met tins will be held at the home of Mrs Herman Rai'th. Mr. and Mrs. Glen Stratton were cuite ill with the flu last week. Thursday Afternoon Bridge club met Thursday afternoon at the home of Mrs. George Corley, witl Tood attendance. Mrs. Eleanore Mierdierks of Long Peach, Calif., was the guest of her brother-in7Iaw and sister, Mr. and Mrs. Glen Taylor, last week. Eight members were present at the regular meeting of the Knicker bocker Bridge club, Wednesday evening at the home of Mrs. Arthur Jones. One invited kuest, Mrs. W. W. Jamosen, was present. . Mrs. Sam Lingo and two children, Marilyn ami Robert, are visiting her parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Rauney, while waiting to secure a permanent home at Blair, where Mr. Lingo was transferred as county farm agent, from Walthill. No-Name. club was entertained by Mrs. Mogetid Johnson, at her home, Tuesday afternoon. . Lloyd Richards, of Camas, Wash., visited his wife's parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. E. Moore, before returning to his home after having been call ed here by. the death of his brother, Lt. Harold Richards, whose funeral was held at Elmwood, with burial in the Wabasli cemetery. . Carpenters are busy remodelling the?home of the late Mrs. James McNamee. Water and gas has also been piped .into the home, and con nection has been made with the city sewer, making" the home modern in every way. Mr. and "Mrs.- Henry Rugha are preparing to move into the home this spring. Mr. Rugha has advertised his- farm equipment for sale. , Mrs. E. L. Rand fo LaMesa, Tex., left Wednesday for her home after having spent three weeks visiting at the S. L. Brandt home, and with her grandmother, Mrs. Aittia Smith of Otoe. Sh3 expects to spend a few days in Lincoln enroute. Keith Tankersley left Sunday after spending a 10-day furlough with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ray Tankersley. He will be stationed at Tampa, Flu. Enroute he expected to stop over at Macon, Ga., to visit his brother, Ray Tankersley, Jr.' Mrs. S. Ray Smith in forms us that her nephew, Dab.' Reed, has beer, re-classist'ied and that he is now an electricians helper on the Alcan highway. Another Weeping Water man, "Bugs'" Dill is in the same crew. At present they are working between Ft. St. John and White Horse, and ure hoping to reach Fair banks by spring. Have New Son Mr. and Mrs. Fred Davenport of this city, are the proud parents of a fine son born to them Friday morning at 10:45 at St. Catherine's hospital at Omaha. The mother and son are doing well Hnd the occasion has brought much happiness to the members of the family circle. Mrs. Davenport was formerly Miss Ruth Ann Hatt, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Hatt of this city. fat Salvage ABC INSECTICIDE waded m all ; fronts v-swssssfl II fighting r - x w IT IN! llMf To A.ssist Taxpayers SAVE TURN INF COMPLETE .... . REVERENT ..... Every phase of the funeral ceremony is handled by us with quiet 'efficiency, with tact, with respect for a sacred memory and for the feelings of those ' who morn. FARMS FOR SALE The improved 160 acres V-z mile south of Union. Also 40 acres, no bldgs., 1 14 east, ',4 north of Union, all part of . the Taylor Estate. 100 acres 1 mile east of Murray Highway corner. $75 per acre. Several improved acreages in ; Plattsmouth, and two res;dences. , SEE T. H. (BERT) POLLOCK Licensed Real Estate Agency I NEED MORE FARM AND PLATTSMOUTH LISTINGS HAVE BUYERS FOR BOTH North 6th ..St. Phones 1 and 117 Plattsmouth, Nebr. Fiord Orders Cared For ' CALDWELL MORTUARY 702 Avt. "B" . Phon 15 PLATTSMOUTH j I NEBRASKA A WEDNESDAY CASH & CARRY SPECIAL 2 Ladies' 2-piece mannish suits, Mens 3-piece suit, Spring coat, Top coat or Hats for a, (D) No pastel shades or ladies dresses included on special A Deputy Collector of Internal Revenue will he at the fpllo.wing location at the time specified to as sist income tax payers to file their income tax returns lor the calendar year ending December 31, 1943, due on or before March 15, 1944. Deputy Collectors Hespe and Millsjn Date, town and place given, res pectively. Jan. 10 Ureenwocd, Eank Jan. 11-Alvo, Post Office Jan. VI K. 13 Eagle, Bank Jan. 14 & 15 Murdock, Hank Jan. 17 & 18 Elmwood, Bank Jan. 1? to 2(i inch Weeping Wa ter, Hotel Laurel Jan. 27 to 29 inch Nehawka, Eank Jan. S 1 -Lincoln, Zone Office Feb. 1 & 2 Union, Hank Feb. H Avoca, Bank Feb. 4 & 5 Manlcy, Bank Feb. 7 to 11, incl Louisville, Bank Feb. 12 Louisville, Louisville Ho tel Feb. 14, 15 & 1G Murray, Bank Feb. 17 to 2G incl. Plattsmouth. Hotel Feb. 2S & 29 Lincoln, Zone Of fice Mar. 1 to y 4 incl. Plattsmouth, Hotel Mar- 6 to 15 inch Lincoln, Zone Office Vegetable Champ is w W.I U I - Wavni Robert Ennen. 19. of Terre ? . - - -m m.'- Haute, ina., wno was namea na tional Champion Vegetable Grow er at the junior vegetable growers convention in Chicago. Some of his sweet potatoes which covered 17 acres are shown here. Lugsch Cleaners Phone 166 ...y 429 Main St. ( taaa WM-BMBHHMMMBMa Bureau of Public Relations, U. S. War Department ' DIES WHILE AT PRAYER Chaplain Keith Munro, of the 87th ' : Airborne Engineer Aviation Battalion, was killed instantly when an enemy plane crashed and exploded while he was conducting services for the men of hi3 battalion in the Southwest Pacific. His command ing officer wTote his parents in Berkeley, California: "He died with God's words on his lips and could he have chosen the time of God3 calling, he would have had it thus. He was buried last evening in a .. grove of coconut palm3 surrounded by full blooming poinsettas. He gave his life that those he loved could live in peace and freedom." HOW MUCH FOOD tCff ou Save Today? J 15 a weapon of War. Far too much is wasted. Do your share; Shop "wisely, fyxfP waste nothing and try Hinky-Dinky first. SPARE RIBS USE SPARE STA.Mp"nO. 2 . Pound Jl PORK LIVER IS. .............. Poundi 1 tj -7 Points . Pound tg SIRLOIN STEAK BEEF HEARTS BACON SQUARES TENDER, JUICY, 8 pts. Pound 3ff utLlLlUUi BAKED wiiH DRESSING, 3 pts., Pound ncy Sugar Cured Jowl Style, lb. 18 Squares Cut, lb. 19 21 my BuLuiiiM ,27 DRIED BEEF C.-"M!. 21' ORANGES CsAeLedlesNsAnIvelKs,ST- Pound J, GRAPEFRUIT 6 JLllU 2 V IJOZen Head fl "i CALIFORNIA WELL-BLEACHED c I IJ Laiiv j TEXAS, FRESH 5 CELERY RADISHES FULL RED, B unch GREEN BEANS PEAS KUNER'S CUT UNRATIONED BLUEBIRD GARDEN RUN 15 POINTS No. 2 Cans 14 No-2 4! 41 tans H a TOMATOES s; ir MACARONI spaghetti ,is 21 KELLOGG'S t I Hi ill m in. m. PlaUsmouth..Prices'in this ad effective January 10 through Januarv 1? L- . , marRet thanc in frwh fruit, and vmlmJ w. 11 . ""I 12 Siib t No . Hrc - "3" "mit quantities. quantities.