Nogales international., 1930-01-10
Second Instalment
Synopsis
what Happened Before

Stevens, Who has great reputation as suecessiui
heart-breaker. Lesson is bit jealous. Tim
Stevens tells Lucy rney going aboard his boat,
che MjserVs, and she accedes in order not to be
"a GUTTER" Asked if she 10 sorry that he won
her company, Lucy says she is not and that
evidently Pate has arranged it. Tim thersupon
Ssls her TO stop looking resretfuliy after Lesson
Now Go On With the Story
"Regretfully? I've never regretted
anything, Tim. / do whatever
do because :. it was ordained.
Am / able TO defect the course of the
universe5 Then how can l defect
myself? I'm a projectile, Tim, aimed
by some force at some remote target.
Remote? Maybe not. Perhaps
I'm the target, Lucy" he suggested.
She purSed her mouth.
81 hardly think so, Tim"
"Why not?" he demanded.
"I'm too good for you," she told
him. :.
"Are you, by any chance. joking5"
he inquired.
Certainly not"
"Then you're just being rude9"
"'Truthful' is prettier word"
"Too good for me, eh?" he unused.
'@Weli, good is a strange word. It's
capable of lot of translations. Too
good for me? How about Lesson?
Not too good for him?"
"Why harp on him? I'd never met
him until tonight" she said.
The Minerva was one Of the finest
boats of its kind in Southern waters,
and often though she'd seen the craft,
Lucy Hardness gave little nod OF
appreciation tonight. The polished
woodwork reflected the stars; the
chairs cushioned wicker, cleaned spot
lessly white; the fittings of the small
boats shone; the canopy aft looked, III
this silver light, as though made OF
colored damask. And upon the table
laid for two the Minerva'S steward
had expended not merely time but
taste.
81 always like you better when I
come aboard the Minerva, Tim" she
said.
"So?" His voice was sullen.
"I think the MinerUd, so clean and
sweet, is your soul-when you were a
tiny baby"
dHow long have you been teaching
Sunday-school?" he demanded
She laughed.
"Fair enoughl It isn't fair to re-
proach you about the present condition
of your soul, is it, Tim? Not while
my own is in the condition it is. Well,
won't lecture you or abuse you any
more tonight"
You'll be nice?" he asked, again
eager.
'As nice as possible. You won the
race, didn't you?"
"And you didn't really mind my
fouling? You wanted me to win?" he
demanded.
I'm twenty-three, Tim. Old enough
to realize that what we want we may
not have; what we get has been deter
mined aons ago. You've got me, for
supper here. I've got you. Well, let's
make the best of it."
1t could be lovely best" he in
Sinuated.
She shrugged.
Maybe. l dcn't snow. Fate hasn't
taken me that far into her confidence,
"Could 1 show you?" he inquired.
"You mean make love to me ?"
She shook her head. "Fate has read
me no riddles, Tim, but that |
don't need her assistance. Love can
only be made when two engage in the
pretty pastime. And . shall never
engage in that little game with you"
"Sure?"
She stared at him, taking no warm
ing from his eagerness.
"Pos-o-lute, old thing" She straight
ened up in her chair. "Come on; let's
drop nonsense. / said I'd be as nice
as possible. But possible ends at
talk of Irritation and long before firta-
ton begins. Here, what's this?"
She leaped to her feet. The Min
eryd'S lines had been cast off, and the
propeller had begun to move. She
ran to the low rail and stood poised
upon it for a moment. But the stone
pier was already twenty feet away.
Well, for the love of Mike I"
calculated Stevens. "Any one would
think you thought l was about to kid
nap you. Any objection to a spin
down the lake, to give US an appetite
for supper?"
t'lNell, if we can leave Casa Clary
at all, without offending our hostess,
l don't suppose it much matters where
we go" s
1t looked as though you were afraid
of me-" stated Stevens.
"Desire must have had something
to do with what it looked like, then"
she retorted. "You like women to be
afraid of you, don't you, Tim?"
81 don't get you" he told her.
"The very devil of it is . you do
get me always. Isn't that true ?
/ see through you so completely that
:. instead of being feared :. you're
a little bit afraid of me; eh, Tim?"
Little Miss e-Herself-that's
you, isn't it," he jeered.
""You can't accuse me of vanity be-
cause I state that l can see through
you, Tim. Most women can, and do
They don't tell you so, because you
have money"
"I won't agree with you," he said
"But if you can see through me, then
you must know how much :. love