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mo" she said, mot at all. Ac-
pletely and absolutely Indifferent"
you have such violent ways Of ex-
pressing your indifference. Sylvia" Joe
Garner said. Its confusing"
MY dear boy" Sylvia said coldly,
you forget the circumstances. was
sound asleep when heard you trying
TO break into this house. I heard you
smash the window. I was all alone
in the house. Naturally, was fright
ened, couldn't believe it was burglar,
and yet what else could I believe? So
/ got the revolver. Can't you imagine
how annoying 1t is to be walked up in
the middle Of the night by a second
story worker?"
Joe Garner looked at her, and he
thought that her story didn't quite ring
true. He didn't know what she was
| concealing, but he knew she was con-
cealing something.
Look here. Sylvia" he said, where
are the Wordens?"
They went to town on the noon
train Yesterday, They'll be back to-
morrow"
80 they didn't get my telegram that
was driving up?'
did you send telegram"
II certainly did" Joe Garner said
! He watched her closely, but she only
raised her eyebrows. as II to say,
"Doubtless you meant to send tele-
gram" And Joe thought to himself,
You know I sent telegram because
you got It, The telegraph company
| called up to deliver the message, and
you took It, You knew was coming
You knew I was coming up here, and
you stayed" But he knew better than
to charge her with knowing he was
coming.
Listen, Sylvia" he said, IAN I to
understand that last Fall and Winter.
| when you let me think you liked me a
lot, and we went everywhere together
am to understand that you were just
| stringing me along?"
She did not answer. She stood there,
| looking at him. Joe Garner fished in
his pockets for cigarette. He found a
water-soaked package and surveyed it
ruefully. There was no use trying to
| light one Of those cigarettes.
So he said, you don't dare come
clean. You don't dare tell the truth"
There isn't anything to tell, Joe"
she said. II just woke up, that's all
You were four years out Of college and
you were still playing tennis and not
growing up. After all, you can't marry
a man who's nothing but a tennis
player. You have some pride"
Sylvia" Joe Garner said, cant you
see that this is serious? We had all
that out. You know this was my last
year in tennis. We'd talked and talked
| about it, long before you threw me
down. You we're mad that day. You
weren't telling me something you had
come to see. You were furious. re-
member afterward, walking down the
street, knew you hadn't really
| meant it,
"You thought I didn't mean it, and
you accepted 1t? You thought / didn't
mean 1t, and you didn't come back?
You thought I didn't mean 1t, and you
sailed for Havana the next day?"
sylvia" Joe cried. But she was 60
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By Lucidn Cary

without high heels, she looked small,
She looked exactly right. The sleeveless
tunic of her pajamas had slipped OFT
one shoulder a little ICE Garner
thought her shoulder was like ala
baster, and then he thought that was
only what some poetic bird had said
about a woman's shoulder Sylvia's
shoulder was tanned the most delicate
golden color. And rounded.
"Well?" she said. She said 1t so 1t
sounded like slap In the face.
meet you again." Joe Garner said.
II can't see that you have changed at
all. And guess haven't, either, Be-
cause ] think you're just as lovely as
overland just as poison -mean."
I'm not mean," Sylvia said. I'm
only frank. I don't see any use in pre-
tending. What's the use of pretending
I'm glad to see you?"
mo USE" Joe Garner said, mo use
at all. I'm not pretending, either. I'm
merely observing how utterly lovely
you are to look at"
CYLVIA drew in her breath sharply.
~ But she suppressed the word she
was about to speak. She looked him
up and down, with a slight lift Of her
eyebrows.
COLLEGIATE to the last" she said.
mo" Joe Garner said, mot collegiate.
Only incurably romantic about you'll"
She shook her head slowly. I'm
sorry you think you're romantic" she
said You don't look romantic. You
look like something somebody has just
pulled out of the brook. I wish you
would stop talking and so to bed. 1t
isn't good for you to stand around III
wet clothes. You might catch cold. and
then what chance would we have to
hold the cup?"
"At the present moment" Joe Garner
II do not care whether we
keep the cup or not. have something
else on my mind. ] am puzzled"
Sylvia Thomas nodded gravely.
yes" she said-"yes, you must be
puzzled. 1t must be very puzzling ex-
perience for you to have anything on
your mind except tennis"
What puzzles me-" he conflded, sis
the fact that you have it In for me
still. You turned me down seven
months ago, and haven't bothered you
since, and you're sore. That means
something. l can't quite dope out what
1t means. But"
I'm merely so bored with you that
I could scream" Sylvia cried.
IT see you are" Joe Garner said.
I'm beginning to understand. There's
something about me that sets you of
into yeils Of rage"
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up" Sylvia said. ut made you seem
SO weak and aniable. 1t made you seem
as If any woman could twist you
around her little finger"
ut did" Joe roared. "And why
didn't you tell me?"
Because" Sylvia said, because I
was ashamed of shopping. I was
ashamed OF watching you. I can't bear
women who are always watching I
, couldn't bear myself for being like
that"
IT see," Joe said gently. st under
stand. And you weren't jealous?"
mo" Sylvia said sadly, II wasn't
jealous. was little disguised, but I
wasn't jealous. So knew didn't love
you. knew that all had for you was
one of those superficial attractions"
Joe Garner looked at her. She re-
turned his gaze coldly.
And that's what you call telling the
truth" he said.
yes. joe" she said.
We'll, don't" Joe Garner said. 4
say it's kidding yourself"
Sylvia raised her eyebrows in that
beastly way she had IT knew it was
no use irving to tell you the truth.
That's why didn't tell you about Daisy,
at the time. You'd have been sure that
X y y v
Joe GARNER sat there, making up
his mind. He lit a fresh cigarette.
He had to find some way to punish her.
He had to find some way to bring her
to her knees. Only there wasn't any
way. Because, furious as he was. he
loved her. too. He loved her more than
ever. He couldn't bear to give her up,
listen. sylvia" he said. Tomorrow
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ing. She turned toward the hall, paus-
ing only long enough to say over her
shoulder, Perhaps in the morning you
will have the nerve to tell me what you
came here for and what the big idea is"
III tell you that right now" Joe
Garner called out. But she was gone.
She went down the hall and shut her
door behind her and left him in total
darkness, with no matches.
LIE had to feel his way down the hall
down the stairs, and out into the
Kitchen he had to run his hands over
nearly everything in the place, from
the laundry tubs to the range, before
he could find matches and light a lamp
and get his things out Of the car and
go to bed.
When he awoke the next morning the
sun was shining. Somehow or other, he
felt better than he had felt in months
He knew now why his game had gone
to not.
He had a bath and dressed and went
downstairs In search of breakfast. He
found Sylvia breakfasting on the ter
race. She smiled at him.
I'm sorry, if was cross last night"
she said. II haven't any quarrel with
you, really. 1t was only that you start
led me so. There's no reason IN the
world why you and shouldn't be per-
fectly good friends"
He sat down and ate melon and bacon
and eggs and toast and lit cigarette
ana told her how he had gone stale
and Col HoStetter and Harry Tutbin
had ordered him to go away and for
get tennis
You poor dear" Sylvia said. "You
came up here, expecting a quiet day In
the country. and you found me. I'm
sorry, Joe. If I'd known you were COM
ing, wouldn't have been here"
Joe shook his head. mo" he said,
you've got it wrong. You've got it alb
solutely wrong I knew you were here.
That's why I came. I knew I wasn't
over-tenniSed. knew wasn't stale.
knew I had to do something I'd been
too sore to do before" He paused and
looked at her and she turned away her
head.
when you turned me down, I went
away. I thought 1t was no use staying.
I went away and played tennis five
gotten you. honestly did. Every day
some little thing reminded me of YOU
and thought had forgotten you Anf
then, the other day, saw you. saw
you coming out Of restaurant with
Winkler and he kissed you in the cab.
II was furious. didn't admit It to
myself, but I was furious. / pretended
to myself 1t was funny-your playing
with Bill Winkler. But could have
crowned you both. could have hit you
both the way / hit lob when I am
going right. couldn't stand the thought
of you kissing anybody"
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play Perochet and have to beat him,
It's my last chance, and have to win."
"At least, that's one thing you take
seriously" Sylvia said.
"And the other thing is you," Joe
Garner said. II love you. I would like
to wiring your neck. But love you. And
the only thing I can't forgive myself for
is that I didn't go back the day after
you turned me down aid tell you so. I
was too sore. was fool. was hurt.
But should have known that. no mat
ter how mean you were, loved you.
IT think, perhaps" Sylvia said, IF
you had come back-I don't know-but
your going away like that, without an
other word, convinced me that you
didn't love me either"
I've come back now, Sylvia. I've
come back, because I couldn't stay
away"
He waited while she looked of in the
distance. Gradually she turned her
face toward his. cts little bit late
now-don't you Think"
Joe did not answer. One moment he
thought she cared. and the next he
knew she didn't. You couldn't argue q
girl into loving you.
Sylvia" he said, would it interest
you to see the matches?"
Why. yes, of course, joe" she said.
But it's an awfully long way to go,
don't you Think"
That's UP to you, Sylvia" Joe Gar
ner said. "Ill leave tickets for you. at
the gate. They'll admit you to the mar
quee. hope you'll decide it's worth
your while to come"
81 love to see you play. joe" she
said "Hut-"
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staying at the Worden's. Bill looked
at his watch. 1t was o'clock. He
could drive it in six or seven hours.
He could get there before midnight.
And he knew the Wordens we'll enough
to invite himself He would simply
send the Wordens a telegram that he
was driving up.
Joe started out. BY 5 o'clock he
was beginning to get clear Of city
traffic. BY 6 o'clock he was approach
ing Danbury. For two hours he rolled
casually along at 80 miles an hour. up
hill and down hill. through peaceful,
parklike country, past enormous old
houses through sleepy villages with
wide avenues of elms.
He lost his evaporation. He was
lulled by the easy motion, by the purr
Of the motor. by the green hills. He
stopped for gas toward o'clock The
man at the gas station had a phono-
graph going. 1t was playing song
called why Do Love You?"
Joe Garner listened to the song while
the man put the gas in his car:
why do you love me?
Why do love you?
Can you see the why or wherefore
I should be the one you care for?
You're lucky boy,
am lucky, too.
The words weren't so much. But he
couldn't help listening to the music.
When he listened to that song, to that
tune he and Sylvia had danced to so
many times he felt homesick.
The gas-station man interrupted his
reverie.
Look at that sky" he said.
Joe looked and realized that the SLY
was prematurely darkened by masses
Of black clouds. The wind was COM
ing up, too, fresh and strong. The
tops of the trees were bending.
I'D put my top up if I was you,"
the gas-station man said.
Joe agreed with him.
He drove on and on through the
rain, mile after mile and hour after
hour. He drove miles past PittSfield
before he realized that he had missed
the turn to the Wordens' place. He
went back, found the turn, and took
to a country road so slippery with mud
that he could hardly stay on 1t. He
slid down into valley, he climbed
long hill in first speed, the wheels
spinning; he started down again--Slld
down the hill and across the bridge
over the brook beside the Wordens'
house The brook was already run
ming over the planks. The house was
dark He hadn't realized how hard it
was raining until he Jumped out OF
the car and ran for the front door.
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TOO COLLEGIATE"


TOE GARDNER went into a slump
Just before the Davis Cup
matches. He was counted on to
~ beat Perochet that year, and he
went into slump.
The committee held a meeting and
decided that something had to be done
about Joe and done quick. AS Harry
Tutbill said, the first thing was to
ind out what was the matter.
They took Joe out to dinner and pried
and pried. hopping they would turn up
something that was worrying him. But
he wasn't in debt and he hadn't quar-
relied with anybody and he slept well
and he had a good appetite. The next
morning, playing Andy at Forest Hills,
he was worse than ever. He was eXaS-
perated with the ball, which now defied
him: he was eXaSperated with the
committee, who wouldn't let him alone,
and most of all, of course, he was
exasnerated with the mystery.
Col. Hostetter couldn't stand it any
longer. He called out to Joe and Andy
to stop play. They walked slowly over
to where the Colonel stood with Harry
Tutbill
Joe" the Colonel said, you have
no idea what the trouble is?"
Joe shook his head. He hadn't the
least idea.
There's only one answer" the col
onel continued They looked at the
colonel apprehensively. They knew
what he was going to say. They had
all thought of it and shrunk from
saving it. You're overtennised," the
colonel finished. You've gone stale"
Joe bounced and caught the ball he
had been holding in his hand; bounced
and caught 1t, again and again. Andy
Graham searched for a stem of grass to
chew. Harry Tutbill took out fresh
cigarette and lit it. The colonel stood
there, looking as grim as If he were
about to order another charge OF the
Light Brigade-into the Valley Of Death.
There is but one remedy for man
who's over-tennised.
"You 60 and get shower" the col
onel said to Joe, land dress and take
your car and go somewhere. You go
some place where they never heard of
tennis and you won't see a tennis
racquet or a fan. Don't see tennis,
don't talk tennis. don't think tennis.
Then you come back here, day after
tomorrow, and play Perochet."
"All right, colonel" Joe Garner said.
sI'l 60 away"
"Itis our only chance, Joe"
Joe nodded. Andy Graham said
nothing. He said nothing until Joe
was dressed and ready to leave. After
he had shaken hands with Joe he stood
there q minute, chewing stem Of
grass.
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Mr.. Garner" Andy said softly,
syou've got something on your mind.
Get it Of"
Joe nodded gravely, not wishing to
argue the subject with Andy.
Listen, Mr.. Garner" Andy said
earnestly. when you get by your
self-think what you would like to do
most. I don't mean think hard
mean let your mind sort of drift until
you come to something you'd like to do.
Then do it,"
"All right, Andy" Joe promised, III
try that"
TOE drove toward the country. Out
a. wardly he occupied himself with
lodging other cars, but inwardly his
mind must have gone on working, be-
cause he presently found himself OPP
posite his favorite grill. 1t was nearly
8 o'clock and he'd had no lunch. He
was hungry. So he parked his roadster
and went into the grill and ordered
the first thing that came into his head
which happened to be soft-shelled
crabs.
Eating the dish reminded him of how
fond Sylvia Thomas was Of soft-shelleo
crabs. He was a little startled to re-
N~~~@~
in the corner that Sylvia had thrown
him down. That was seven months
ago. He hadn't seen her since.
No, that wasn't true. He had seen
her only 10 days back, coming out of
the Marguery after dinner with Bill
Winkler He had stopped short, so
they wouldn't see him. They had got
into a taxi and, as the taxi started off,
he saw Bill Winkler kiss her. He could
see their heads plainly, framed in the
back window Of the cab.
He had been ironically amused at
the time Sylvia had turned him down
cold on the ground that she couldn't
take him seriously. She had said he
was a perennial college boy who never
had a thought above tennis. And now
she was playing around with Bill
winkler, who had never had a thought
at all.
Joe remembered how incredulous he
had been when Sylvia had turned him
down. He had been incredulouS, be-
cause she had led him on. And, when
he had got it through his head that
she was throwing him down, he had
been sunk. He had saved himself by
going of to Havana. He had played
at Havana and Miami and Augusta and
McAlCO anu 81. LOUIS dllN C>d1AeeAo ~ANJ
and Wimbledon and Auteuil and Long
wood and Southampton and Sea Grit.
He had played tennis five hours day
ever since and he had gotten over
Sylvia.
But now it occurred to him that he
had right TO be sore. He had right
to tell Sylvia Thomas what he thought
of her. And he jumped up and went
to look for q telephone. He knew what
he wanted to do. He wanted to tell
Sylvia Thomas what was what. He
didn't know where she was, but he
would telephone until he found some
body who did know.
It was more trouble than he an
ticinated. but he found out. She was
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Motors Save Birds.

THE wings Of man have now come
i to the aid of the birds of the air
when their wings have been injured.
Forest fires In Southern California
swept wide areas thickly inhabited with
quail. and not only resulted in in
juries to the legs and wings Of the
birds, but wiped out wide stretches of
their feeding grounds. The birds, like
human refugees, fiocked TO the few iso-
lated spots Of green in little valleys
which the fire did not reach.
Faced with physical handicaps. as
well as greatly inadequate food sup
perish until a group Of sportsmen in
Los Angeles banded together to provide
feed for the birds. Daily, over the
bird refugees, airplanes now travel and
sprinkle grain down to where the birds
are congregated below.
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Raising Sweet Peas.
THE raising of sweet peas, a probe

THE raising of sweet peas, problem
for the gardeners Of this vicinity,
where the heat of the sun seems to
shrivel them just as they are about to
reach the budding stage, is possible, one
gardener suggests. If the seed is planted
early in March In a trench six inches
deep, with couple of inches Of dirt
covering the seed. AS the shoots come
up this gardener. who has had consid-
cradle success with his sweet peas, COW
ers them with soil until the level of the
ground has been reached. This insures
a good covering for the roots and aids
In keeping them from drying out.
Contrary to the usual practice of
growing his vines up wire supports, he
uses string for the vines to climb. It
is his belief that one of the contribute
ing reasons for the killing of the vines
by the heat is the effect of the heated
wires upon the tender little shoots that
support the vines. The strings, Of
course, do not get so hot in the sun as
the wire and. In his opinion, are not so
likely to burn the tendrils.
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-03-10
Saving Language.

AN effort to preserve language be-
fore 1t disappears entirely is being
made by Harry Hoijer, graduate stu
dent Of the University Of Chicago That
his task is dificult and that he is hard
pressed for time Is evident in the fact
that. according to Mr.. Hoijer. only nine
people now living understand the Ian
guage.
The language Is that Of the Tonkawa
tribe, which once flourished In South
eastern Texas. Mr.. Hotter says that,
while there were nearly 500 full-blooded
members Of the tribe after the Civil
War, this number has now dwindled to
16, and of the Is only old members
know the language and grammar of
their tribal forbears.
1ntermarriage threatens soon to wipe
out this tribe. origin of which Is OBJ
scure. but which Is believed to be re-
lated to the Siovian and Hokan tribes.
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Record Body Heat.

MUCH has been said about alb
A'A normally high booy temperatures
lately, but what Is thought to be the
highest recorded authentic temperature
Is reported by DR.. Harold NJ. Behneman.
assistant In the University Of California
Medical School.
Writing In the Journal of California
and Western Medicine, DR.. Behnenaan
declared that patient suffered a fever
that reached the extreme temperature
OF HOS degrees. The patient lived in
spite Of this excessive fever, and Or.
Behneman believes that the heat aided
IN controlling the bacteria causing the
illness.
In. DR.. Behneman's opinion, this tenn
perature Is just about the limit that the
human body can withstand and live.
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It was like plunging into solid water.
He was wet through in 10 yards.

It was like plunging into solid water
He was wet through in 10 yards.
X x *
THE front door was locked. He
shook the door impatiently. It
was hardly possible that every one had
gone to bed, but no lights appeared.
He made a dash for the side door.
That was locked, too. He shook the
door hard, but still no lights appeared.
He shouted, and then he realized that
he couldn't make his voice heard in
side the house even il some one were
awake and listening for it. The roar
of the storm through the trees would
have drowned a dozen voices.
He made a dash for the kitchen door.
That was locked. He ran back to his
car and got a fiashlight and hunted
for an open window. He walked clear
around the house, but every window was
shut and locked.
He saw by the light of the flash that
rose-trellis led from the ground to
veranda roof, There was window.
He put the fash in his pocket and
climbed the trellis to the roof.
He was so wet that the water was
sloshing in his shoes. He reached the
window and put the tips OF his fingers
under the top rail of the lower sash
and endeavored to raise it. The win
dow was locked. He examined the
window in the light of the fash. He
could see that it was held by q catch
in the middle. He smashed pane with
the butt of the flashlight. He reached
in and unfastened the catch. The
window came up easily, and he stepped
into the room.
AS he did SO. the flash went out
He pressed the button repeatedly, but
1t would not light. The bulb was gone.
He stood there in the warm dark,
hunting for matches in his pockets.
While he stood fumbling. the door
opened. A girl in neglige, with q
volver in the other, stood facing him.
Hands up!" she said sharply.
Joe Garner half-raised his hands
The girl lifted the candle high, to
throw the light on his face. She al
most jumped when she saw his face
She almost jumped and the revolver
dropped out of her hand and thumped
on the floor. But she recovered her
self instantly. When she spoke, her
voice was under control, and she en-
phasized what she said with a little
disappointed droop of her shoulders.
1T would have to be you" she said
YEARLY.
Joe Garner could have slapped her
What do you mean by that?"
oh" she said, when girl hears
a man breaking into the house, sup
pose she always has a kind Of hope it
will be somebody she would like to
| meet"
Joe Garner looked at her and he
could not help feeling how good she
was to look at. Her black hair was
tousled. Any other girl whose hair was
tousled would look like the deuce. But
| tousled black hair became Sylvia. Her
eyebrows were as black as her hair
and almost straight, People were al.
ways praising arched eyebrows-bui
| only people who had not seen Sylvia's
straight ones. Che was slim, and