Hyder weekly herald., 1933-09-16
Summer Shower By ALICE DUANE
0. by Mcclure Nswspapeg syndicate.
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of fool as she settled down at the quiet and comfortable farm of Mir. and Mrs. Twickham. It was located in a region for the most part taken up with big estates.
 Hope hadn't felt so foolish at first. She had gone to pieces after her break with Bob Johnson. Perhaps the old family doctor sensed the real situation. He had known both Hope and Bob since their childhood.
 You're worn out, Hope" he had told her.
 "Yes-Tm worn out" she answered. "Tve been going to too many parties and things"
 "Too many parties-yes. You need a rest. I know just the place for you. It's on farm up In the Berkshires. The Twickhams are old friends of mine."
 That was the way Hope found her self settled in a real farmhouse.
 week after her arrival she start ed out one sultry. overcast afternoon thinking motoring would be less breath less than sitting on the shady porch or under the old, gnarled apple trees by the side of the house. She hadn't gone far when a sharp thunderstorm broke and she turned for refuge into the driveway of small cottage on the edge of a village. It wasn't preten- tious place at ala little white Con. onial house done over just enough to make 1t charming. AS Hope ran back to the house from the garage where she had parked her car-she noticed that 1t was a two-car garage, so she didn't mind monopollzing half of it. she thought of the trees only as a menace. She was frankly afraid of thunder and lightning.
 She let the big knocker drop. send ing its loud summons through the little house. Nobody answered 1t, though she sounded it again and again. Then. in a Hull for a moment, she ran round to the back of the house. tried the back door, and slammed it shut behind her as it gave to her push.
 The kitchen was in almost dead darkness Outside the black clouds seemed to settle closer and closer down over the roof. The roar of thun- der and wind. the signing and gnash- ing of trees, were deafening. A scar ing flash of lightning came, and It's brightness was worse than the dark ness before.
 It was a cosy kitchen in which she found herself-bright with red and white gingham curtains. clean with blue and gray paint. A box of gro- ceries was on the table, kettle hummed softly on the coal stove. Thoughts of tea and toast came into Hopes mind. It was one thing to take refuge from terrible storm In some body's kitchen; 1t was another to make feast of tea and toast and the jar of marmalade you saw sticking from somebody's grocery order.
 A resounding knock echoed through the house. but it was so mixed up with thunder that for moment Hope wasn't sure what 1t meant. But 1t sounded second time and third, and at last she realized that somebody was pounding on the front door knocker. Cropping through the strange dark din- ing room and living room and hall, she finally found the door. She couldn't see clearly, and bungled with the opening.
 "The knob sticks, Mrs. Tracy" came a cheerful voice through the door-and Hopes heart stood still. It was Bob. "Give 1t an extra twist to the right and it'll come open"
 Hope twisted 1t smartly to the right, and almost fell backward into the dim hall as the door came open in her hand
 That's fine, Mrs. Tracy. I'm Mir. Johnson-Bob Johnson. saw the light in the kitchen so I knew you were here. I left the back door open for you-had to run down to the post office. and got caught in this storm. Awfully good of you to promise to look after me. You see--I've been little tired out, and my old doctor rec. commended this village and this house