Hyder weekly herald., 1933-01-21
A Certain
 Match By QUEENA POLLACK
c by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 WNU Service

N IilihI4Ll VAN bNIiN.N SlllltCu Sthi '' O and settled back in her drivers seat to survey the surrounding coun- try with zest.
 Don't take it too fast, dear," ad- vised Aunt Victoria, who had been her guardian since her own mother had died ten years before.
 But can't crawl" protested Shirley.
 "Youll be tired by the time we reach Gardner's, dear, and weekend parties usually have strenuous ath- letic programs" began Aunt Victoria.
 Do you suppose I shall like any one there?" interrupted Shirley. If tiresome Tom Manley attaches him. self to me, warn you, Auntie, I'll fly home."
 You know" Victoria Brownslee started, ingratiatingly, Mrs. Gardner whispered at dinner the other night that she expected Ted Farson, the Shipbullders son, if he returned in time. You've never met him, Shirley. and you know he's quite the catch of the season."
 Helplessly, Shirley laughed. Wasn't 1t bad enough to have to listen to dull conversation of the usual sort, she thought, without having to be bored by another youth returned from Europe and his tourist impressions?
 Dear, I'm thirsty" put in Aunt Victoria, "can't we stop at the next spring?"
 "Yes. of course, and let's trust that 1t will coGi my indignation about nasty and plotted marriages" Shirley answered firmly.
 Shirley drew up by the side of the road and told her aunt to wait in the car while she brought a cooling drink to her Crossing a road in the spring, she narrowly escaped being run down by a dusty blue car that flew with powerful speed from out side road.
 A mild looking youth in drab hiking costume pulled Shirley to the other side of the road, and encircled her shoulder with a stalwart arm to steady her.
 "Oh, thank you," Shirley said duti- fully. You know, America might have lost one of her rashest daugh- ters if you hadn't jerked me aside in time"
 And one of her prettiest, too, I venture" the youth added, with wide winning smile.
 "Tosh," replied Shirley in her con- temptuous manner for tiattery. But I started across this road to get my aunt drink. Now see no cups"
 If I may oblige you," said her com panion, profferlng a cup from a camp ing outfit. "In risk crossing the road this time for your aunt"
 "No," she countered hastily, noting the disapproval on her relatives face at this prolonged conversation.
 She bent over to fill the cup with glistening cool water. and thought her rudeness to the man who had saved her life was unworthy of her real feel in%S
 Here" he said. masterfully. Let me at least fill the cup for you, Miss. ."
 My name is Shirley Summer. And yours?" she said evading the question.
 "Timothy Terrence" he replied, suppressng a smile. She did not know whether he was smiling over her name or his own.
 Well. good-by and thank you for my life. which I do not value very much these days" she said, attempt ing to disarm further talk.
 "Good-by," he said equally unper- turbed. T hope to have the good for tune to rescue you some other time"
 Shirley ran back to the car with out a backward glance. Strangely. her aunt was smiling. and not at all impatient. As she jumped into the drivers seat, she thought Guiltily that she might offer to drive her rescuer as far along the main road as she HaS tn travel.
 Her aunt voiced the same thought, which surprised Shirley. When she called the invitation, he accepted with alacrity.
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