Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1919-08-08
BLUFF MEETS BLUFF
BY GLADYS p. ANDERSEN.


ihent store. tired and exhausted. II
was with an effort that she dragged
her reluctant feet homeward ut the
close of the day. Home to Ivy meant
bare. cherries rooms.
I'm tired and sick of this life" she
c0hHCed the next day to her CHIN,
Carolyn Jewell. land I'm going to live
real life for once. IL it's ONLY for q
mo'th, even If ! have to put up big
bluff to do it. For three years l have
held this position. without a vacation
anu without Il complaint, and now |
rebel! and her dark eyes flashed de-
family.
II don't blame you in the least" nd
mitted Carolyn; land l hope that you
Will succeed with your plans. what
ever they happen to be-"
Once'within her room that night Ivy
carefully studied herself before her lit
tie mirror. She was beautiful to gaze
upon when one analysed her features
closely; but she did not overdress and
her loreliLess oftimes passed by I'M
noticed. She had comfortable saw
ings account, and she was going to
see Palm Beach, and see II right, If
1t took her last cent.
With this thought in her mind, and
with her daintieSt. smartest dresses
anu shoes in her trunk, she started out
on her wonderfully mysterious and adj
venturouS vacation. Two weeks had
passed. and although Ivy was the SEN
sation Of the little hotel ut which she
registered us Jeanette DeVere, she
had not yet met anyone really worth
while. She noticed and cultivated the
manners and costumes of the society
women there. Upon the Monday Of
her last week she made up her mind
that she would battle at Randall's
beach and dine Mt the casino in the
evening. Securing bathing house.
she donned her chic little bathing suit
and was the center of attraction as she
walked daintfly across the sand and
stepped timidly In the surf. Not no
ticing the gigantic breaker ahead she
plunged into the water. and when she
came up she found herself staring in
~ 'A'~ SSSS VI a SJpOl-lOOh-
ing and exceedingly surprised young
man.
THAT was some dive" he exclaimed
admiringly. Ivy brushed the water
from her sparkling brown eyes and
admitted that the sea was bit bois-
terous. "I'll challenge you for a swim
to that rowboat out there" she said
mischievously. making up her mind
that she would pick up an acquaint-
ance or die at the attempt.
ION one condition." he agreed: IF
I beat you to the boat you have to
take luncheon with me-"
ITS bargain" Ivy replied. and
they both dove in and struck out for
the boat, he swimming with all his
might to reach 1t before her, and It
was with just one last mighty effort
that he did. Then she faced him and
laughed.
II lose." she said, dropping her eyes.
II suppose am forced to lunch with
you"
Later she was leaning back in his
luxurious touring car and breathing the
bracing sea mir. They sped on and on.
taking in the beautiful scenery, and
finally halted before n pretty little road
house and lunched on the veranda
overlooking the sea. Had he not been
so completely wrapped up in Ivy, he
might have noticed her paleness and
hesitation. when she said: II am
Jeanette DeVere Of New York. and
am on an extended tour with my par
ents." Likewise. had Ivy not been so
by this unique experience,
she, too. might have seen a guilty look
steal across her companions face when
he replied: II am Richard Wander
cup Of Chicago, my profession is n law
yer, and ! am here on a much needed
vacation"
Ivy gasped! How was 1t all going
to end? What would he say when he
learned the truth. he, noted lawyer
OF Chicago, lunching ut Palm Beach
with mere clerk.
At last the car stopped at n little
shady lane Of palms. 1t was Ivy who
broke the silence. 'Mr. Vandercup, ]
fear won't be able to see you again."
He started as though an explosion had
occurred. You. you mean can't see
you off tomorrow you won't care
to when tell you the truth. Did you
ever tell a white lie, Mr.. Vandercup?"
"I've told few, but I'm not absolute
~ certain OF the shade" he confessed.
II told one Of few days ago which I
think came nearer to being a blsck one,
but I will let you be the Judge. My
name is not Vandercup, neither am /
a lawyer. I am just plain Jack Har-
rison, a chauffeur for Mrs. Vandercup,
end borrowed her name that might
become acquainted with you. and that
little story" he added slowly, twas
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