Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-02-04

~ shutdown the next day. They
had found the town eating
IL places so dull--at least she
habitat they we're eating
now by the roadside. 1t was always
awkward. with that forster. walking
into strange cafes. He looked SO en-
barrassed! And there was a spirit Of
adventure, a frank Comradeship in
these unorthodox meals by the great
open road. She had persuaded him to
buy n coffee pot and a frying pan just
for lark. but with the serious inten-
ton of really making forster carry on
with them.
1t was a struggle It was far more
embarrassing for forster to eat these
Scni-clandeStine meals by themselves
than 1t would have been to walk into
the Blackstone in Chicago. There was
no way Of concealing such sight
from the men. And. like many men,
forster had an insane fear Of doing
anything that looked silly. He re-
luctantly slowed down the truck look
ing backward obviously, at the line
Of their cavalcadc
Here" she urged. Here's good
place. What's the matter with this?"
He shrugged his shoulders. He SUI
fercd agonies over these picncs. The
other men. anxious to get on to the
town ahead for their night stop. were
yelling for him to go on. No road
grub for them: they wanted to sit on
chair and thrust their legs under
regular table He drove the truck off
on the side of the road and waved for
them to come on.
They did not say anything as they
passed.
1t was quite evident that he had
had talk of some sort with them,
threats probably of what he would do
II they made any more funny remarks.
And he eyed them now, sayagely, as
the circus" drove past.
IT'S like this" he explained. "It
doesn't look right--you and 1-eating
ont here in the dark. Makes people
talk"
let emf" she said haughtily.
What do l care what people say?
Don't be silly"
He gave a wry smile.
Sure. And what will your father
Say-when he hears about this?"
Il don't know" she said with little
flip Of her head. why worry over
that?"
She did not want to think about her
father. not If she could help 1t, Of
Chauncy O'Malley--or anything con-
nected with her old life at Cory's wharf.
She knew that this enchanted pill
grimage would soon have to end. and
that she would have to return TO her
father. and Chauncey OMalley and
eventually to Cory's wharf-but why
worry over such things just now? In
these two days she had been able to
forget them for hours at time. An
incredible relief.
Let's go!" she laughed, jumping
lightly down from the cab. Start the
FIRE"
forster with a grim smile took a
cement board from the body of the
truck and deliberately shattered 1t
against the frame. If they kept this
up. he said, building fires with cement
frames. her father would have TO
buy some more lumber. A thought
which did not cause either of them to
worry. II anything, II added TO their
fun. forster Whitfield the ex-frame
into shavings. and asked her to find
a fiat stone. She went, smiling, In
search OF it.
When she came back he was lighting
the pile Of white kindlings. He placed
the stone across the end of a little
trough he had scraped for their fire
and put on the coffee pot. He was
very easy and supple for all his great
strength-supple as a cat Squatting
on his heels, a cigarette dangling from
his half smiling lips. he spread bacon
strips into the frying pan.
First thing YOU got 10 learn" he
said. adding more fuel, "is not to fry
anything over fire when It's going
like that Got to get q bed OF hot
embers. See?"
Jenny. in green tweed and shirt
waist had taken off her hat. She
ran her hand now, upward. through
the clusters OF her hair. ruffiing that
amazing little bang. She raised her