Evening star., 1931-06-22

going with a Clippersville girl. It did !
not matter whose feelings were hurt or |
were not hurt, it was only a Clippers
vile grill
Her face blazed, her throat was thick
and dry. She walked slowly up to the
cabin, entered into its peace and shadi-
ness quietly, and began her prepara-
tions for dinner. All the time her
heart Seethed like boiling pot and
her thoughts went round and round
dizZily.
"I'il be home this time tomorrow"
said Gail aloud more than once.
| What did 1t matter what that vulgar,
or thought! It did not affect Gail
Lawrence; it did not affect Van
Murchison.
It did affect Van, of course.
Wandering about the room in thin
cotton kimono, she addressed herself
aloud: You poor fool You thought
you might be engaged tonight!
"Id like to be, just to get even with
herl I'd like to be so stunning, 30
smart, so popular that she was wiped
right out Of sight
1T hate her. No, don't suppose I
hate her-yeS, I do. despiSe her!
I'd like her to break her leg"
The childishneSS of her own mono
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Cnd she found tears In her eyes. ThiS
wouldn't do. Gail seized the Lawrence
panacea for all troubles, the nearest
book, Men without Women" Its ap-
propriateneSS made her laugh shak1ly
again.
But afterward her thoughts came
back to the memory Of the insulting
words, and she felt her face burn.
There was nothing to do but go
| Vxfith thn
with what dignity she could muster.
The boys seemed to her very noisy, very
much absorbed in their own affairs at
dinner, and after dinner there was q
half-hearted game of roulette, in which
Lenore and Nab Whiting won every
thing, while Gail lost quarters and
dimes to painful degree.
1t then appeared that the four boys
we're going over to Del Monte that
night so as to play the Pebble Beach
course early in the morning. This did
not upset Nab or Lenore in the least;
they said they wanted to sleep late on
the morrow and go up to club lunch
con anyway. Gail was careful not TO
let any one suspect that 1t made any
difference to her. But she felt hurt.
| At half-past o'clock the roadster
with the shouting boys in it departed
on its 70-mile run, and Gail found
he~self quietly in bed, reading again.
After VhAo she let the book drop
and lay thirkang.
"A ClippFsville grill" she said to
herself "Well, that's what I am!
don't know why that should make me
mad"
Shamed courageous thoughts pos
seSSed her; she plunged into them as
into river. Despite responsibility and
precocious cares, she had done little
philosophical thinking in her % years;
she deliberately faced the situation now,
| faced her own soul.
The next morning she slipped away
from Far Niente before any member OF
| the family was astir, and with every
mile of the home trip her heart grew
! lighter and her mind steadier and her
quiet determination grew. AT o'clock
| she was back at her post in the library.
The jaded man at the desk looked up
incredulously.
It thought you'd goRe to Los Gatos.
Il cane back. How's little Theodore,
"Well, we had rather an anxious night
with her"
"I'n take this on, you don't have to
stay here" Gail told him decidedly.
You go home to Mrs. Wilcox"
He was straining toward home al
ready; every fiber Of his being be-
/ trayed IL.
IT take this very kind Of you!" he
| said thickly, awkwardly.
| IT hope you'll find her better; know
| you will!' Gail encouraged him as he
hurried away.
| The long Sunday afternoon blazed
| over Cnppersville, but inside the big,
| dim. library 1t was comparatively COOL
Gail felt .wearied, subdued yet oddly
content @rhis was duller than death,
but 1t was peace. No one would hurt
her here, humiliate her here; she be-
| longed.
And then, as always on library Sun
days, Edith was there slipping about the
alcoves, coming up to the desk to beam,
| to whisper to her big sister.
| "Ariel home?"
"No," Edith explained too cheerfully.
| too naturally. DOT Camp telephoned
to say that they might not be back until
after dinner.
Where do you s'pose they are?"
"Oh, just on one of those Sunday
runs, when they eat greasy fried chicken
of dirty board tables and think they're
having a wonderful timel" Edith said
impatiently.
(To Be Continued.)
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