Hyder weekly herald., 1933-08-05
Till Tomorrow By ALICE DUANE
@. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 WNU Service

aTM SORRY" said the young man, l barring Dorothy's progress across the little foot bridge that spanned the roadside brook, "but I'm here to stay. You see, I'm related to Charlie Par kins."
 "Well, som I. I mean, som l go- ing to stay .nd som l related"
 Dorothy sat down on the rocky bank. She looked across the bridge to the Parkns shack. Paradise-and she couldn't get to it.
 The young man looked at Dorothy. Lovely girl, she seemed, but he'd be darned If she was going to put any thing over on him.
 "You sec" he repeated, Charlie Par kins knew was coming up today. And he warned me against intruders."
 "This place practically belongs to me today" Dorothy said. And l think you're the intruder. And I'd be really very grateful to you if you'd please go away"
 I'm staying" Bob Stowe had be- come stubborn.
 I'm staying, too. And think you're awfully rude. There's special reason why live got to stay" A suggestion of tears In the violet eyes, now. Well, reasoned Bob, prob ably stage tears. He wouldn't give In.
 But-"I suppose you could stop here and rest bit if you're tired" he said grudgingly. You seem to have brought your lunch. I'll take some crackers and cheese and go off by my self"
 Dorothy watched him out of sight between the trees. Then she sighed, picked up her two baskets, and went over to the little shack and turned her thoughts resolutely to the work before her.
 Two hours later she heard the crackle of twigs that announced the return of the young man.
 "Well," he said, you still here?
 She did not answer him.
 "Youll have to go, you know. I'm camping here for 8 week."
 I'm going" The girl rose from hei seat. I'll go right away. Do you mind if leave my lunch? I-don' want it."
 Bob Stowe looked at the lunch Dor othy pointed to. Spread on card ta ble-boned chicken. jelly, a salad sandwiches, a vacuum bottle Of coffee Two places, untouched.
 But it's three o'clock-and you'v' not eaten. Of course, don't min' your leaving that lunch. But" H looked closely at the glrl-pale an tired. she seemed. You know, I'm sor ryI was rude. mean-lots Of peopl .picnic here. Charlie's always havin trouble with 'em. That's why l tol vou to get out. But" he looked wit embarrassed interest at the temptln lupch-'I wish you'd stay and hnis up. I'll make 1t right with Charlie.
 "Tm sorry." She sobbed. But it just the last straw. I'm just no goo at all. First, I come out here an bring this lunch, and wait all afte noon for Charlie-and he doesn't tur up. And then-you don't believe me
 "Poor girl" said Bob Stowe. "Te me what it's all about" l "Well-give me your handkercme : will YOU? Mines sopping. You see r knew Charlie pretty well. He and had date for this afternoon to con
 out here. Then we had a quarrel. + ? said I wasn't practical. But I am.
 made this lunch myself! And he didr
 come"
 Don't worry" said Bob. "Charlie }, a good sort. Maybe can help straigf
 en things out. You care lot for hil
 don't you?"
 ''Oh, yes!'
 "Well-let's-I mean, you'd bett
 eat something"
 "Yes-lets." The girl smiled throuI f- her tears.
 F. Half an hour later, over cigarette h. Rob pulled the conversation back . their absent host. After all, Char ,I deserved some sort of break. ;t "See here," he said, we've got F. do something about Charlie. l met