The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1916-09-01

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BY CATHERINE cRANMER.
"Breezes that blow in from the 9
shore bring rumors Of many conquests
made there by Miss Amy Masterson,
who is summering with her aunt, Mrs.
de Laittre, at her handsome cottage
Gerald Mason flung the offending
newspaper containing this unwelcome
announcement all the way across the
dining room of his mothers big house,
of which he was the only occupant Ok
cept the caretaker and the cook.
As he read this gossip of the 80
ciety column, Gerald realized the dan.
ger Of remaining away from Amy at
this time, and as he reflected upon the
complicated state Of the paper market,
he realized the danger of remaining
away from business long enough to
make more than a flying visit to the
distant place where Amy was sum-
mering.
A moment later he stalked across
the ROOF and into the telephone closet.
where he called up a railway ticket
office and engaged a berth on the mid.
night train for the Atlantic coast. Fiji
teen minutes later he was surveying
the contents of a huge suitcase to see
If he had put in all the necessities OF
q three-day trip.
Gerald arrived at his destination Sat
urday afternoon and learned from
Amy's aunt that his day letter to Amy
had never reached her, as she was on
on an automobile trip, and the time
for her return was vaguely indicated
as sometime Saturday"
Her aunt explained Amy's absence
as being a motor trip with "the Mar
tins" and Gerald wondered whether
"the Martins" included any unmarried
male eligibles.
After an evening call at Mrs. de
Laittre's cottage, Gerald strolled along
the board walk. He went in q cafe
and ordered something as an excuse
to have somewhere to sit and some
thing to do. At q table very near him
a pretty woman and two men were
seated.
Don't look so cut up, Percy" said
the woman, addressing a bored-looking
blond youth. Amy Masterson will be
back tomorrow, and If she hasn't be-
come engaged by that time to that ire
mendously rich old uncle of the Mar
tins you may probably be able to have
her all TO yourself for-perhaps half
an hour. Eth, Mr.. Maxwell?"-this to
the older man by her side.
Better not count on more than
twenty minutes, Percy" the older man
laughed. Mrs. de Laittre tells me
q young Lochinvar has come from way
out of the West, and that he'll be paw
ing up the sand with impotence until
she arrives, or words to that effect"
The party then rose and passed from
the room, and Gerald glared gloomily
after them. He was angry at hearing
Amy,s name tossed about from one
man to another, and he had q sicken-
ing fear of that ridiculous rich uncle
of the Martins becoming engaged to
her before he. the young Lochinvar.
had q chance to do anything more Of.
fective than paw the sand.
But q roomy bed and . sea breeze
through the window brought their log
ical result, Of sound and restful sleep.
so that the next morning Gerald awoke
refreshed and with renewed courage
to compete with his rivals for Amy's
favor.
Eleven. twelve, and even one o'clock
came on Sunday, but neither Amy nor
any message from her came. Gerald.
who had been invited to dine at her
aunt's. appeared punctually. As the
diners left the table and went into the
long living room, there vas the sound
Of q motor horn at the curb, and all
rushed to the open French windows n
time to see a middle-aged fat man in
a dusty ulster and unsightly goggles
take Amy's hand and assist her from
q big roadster.
Congratulate us!" he called out, as
Mrs. de Laittre and her guests stepped
upon the veranda. Gerald felt as If
q bomb had hit him in the region Of
the heart, and he wished he might be
miles away when the next words came
from that offending mouth. But with
the next words his hopes came back
with . bound, for they were these:
I'VE are the only two Of the six in
our party who got back in time for
Sunday dinner, thanks to my new car"
A general laugh followed the an
nouncement that dinner raj just over,
but Mrs. de Laittre treasured the hun.
cry motorists with promises Of gener.
Gus left-overs. Gerald suddenly found
himself holding Amy's hand tightly
and murmuring some words Of greet.
ing which he couldn't have identified
upon oath q moment later. There was
a welcome in her eyes, though, that
brought back his courage and his
senses, al she presented her middle
aged friend, ct whom Gerald cast .
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