The Mathews journal. (Mathews C.H. [Court House]) 1903-1937, 1910-07-28
WEEKLY SHORT STORY
HIGH TIME.
By Constance D'Arcy Mackav

BY Constance Darcy Msckay.
Then 1 suppose it's no use to ar
gue?"
Not the slightest. When a Willard
makes up her mind il stays made up.
and 1 made up my mind yesterday.
Bobbie."
You mean your aunt Isabel made II
up for you," Robert Ashton answered.
looking at Katherine Willard as she
perched beside him in the bow of the
boat.
She did have q good deal to do with
II, III admit. But, after all, she has
lived much longer in this world than
L have, and has gained more wisdom. :"
Yes, worldly wisdom"
Isn't that often another name for
common sense? Besides, there are
moments when i feel that she knows
me better than / know myself. I do
love the etceteras of life so, Bobby
Love in Harlem fat would never do
for me. And you l. w from the first
I've never given you the least cause
for hope. I've always been perfectly
frank with you, haven't II"
Always"
Then l can't see why you should
protest so mucht."
Well, for one reason, hate to see
you finging yourself away on odl Sen
ator Rathbone."
Thank you"
And for anotherl What man gives
up the girl he loves without a struo-
gle? 1t isn't human nature to foreeo
a thing simply because it's beyond
your reach. And there's a third rea-
son: We could be so gloriously hap
py!"
The girl averted her eyes.
Couldn't weT' he persisted.
don't know" she faltered.
All, but you do know, That's why
j dare TO persist so much We like
the same things. We like the same
people. We have the same sense of
humor-except In the case Of Senator
Rathbone!"
'Bobbie, If you make fun OF NV
friends / won't take you sailing
again."
But Katherine"
Now, Bobbie!" For a second time
she faced him sQuarely. i've told you
my minds made up, and / mean what
say. You've been a good friend to
me, and I've enjoyed the times we've
had together. But if we're to be good
friends still, this kind of thing can't
Keep going on. Don't you see how
hard you are making it for me?
Either you must promise me not to
mention 1t again or I'll have to give
up seeing you entirely"
All right" he replied with that
characteristic boyishness that women
always found so adorable in him. III
be good
She let out the main sheet of the
White Lady until the spray dashed
across the bow of the trim little craft.
1t was a gray day, with hint of rain
IN the air and the seagulls lowering
in.
between gray-green water and slate
gray sky the White Lady seemed the
only thing afloat that skinned and
tackled and lifted on the crest of the
waves. They were racing to windward
now, and the homes of the shore
dwellers faded in the distance.
The shore rose to bare, rocky head
lands capped with stunted pines !:
gaunt, jagged rocks with the water
Dreaming at their base. Islands rose,
mere specks in the distance, only dis
cernible because of the surf that
played about them, or the dwelling or
two that reclaimed them from utter
loneliness.
Look out" sang Ashton, as the
boat came suddenly about. That was
was pretty close shave"
Who sails with me holds life in
fee," laughed Katherine, intoxicated
with wave and wind and foam.
There is such a thing as a common
sense" quoted Ashton.
But the wine of the sea was in