The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-06-21

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March" Jane said angirly. she S
an old eat. and | won't go there
70 he looked at the way she looks
at me and then picked over after
ward. Who is she to make the
rmIeS for the young people of this
town anyway? If she'd keep better
tabs on her angel darling Louise.
she'd have plenty to do instead OF
watching the rest Of us.
you're peevish because she
told me you went off with Henry
Rerwyn at that last beach picnic
and stayed from nine to eleven
thirty and were pert to the chap
erons when they spoke to you
about it. 1t was silly. You knew
perfectly well you'd be talked
about"
Il don't care if I am. don't
care what anybody says about me
in this dump"
Miss Rosa picked up her bag
and parasol, gave herself one last
approving glance.
"If you don't care what people
saw about you, jamie, you can De
very sure that people won't care
what they say. And in little city
like Marburg where social circles
are small and intimate every
body's always under observation.
II can't be helped. The onl'- places
where you can do conspicuous
things and not be conspicuous are
desert islands or big cosmopolitan
cities"
eYou've said that before!"
"I'n probably say it again.
Don't think that / mind if you talk
10 Henry Berwyn for two hours
and a half steadily, though 1T
must have been chore, He's such
a dumb boy. know perfectly well
Won wouldn't have done it except
Won thought it would shock and
the chaperonS. You're too smart
to enjoy being with Henry but
YOU'RE not smart enough to see
what a losing game it is to do
something you don't enjoy for the
sake of appearing odd and differ
emit and making people notice you
and disapprove of you. It's Just
q form of vanity, my dear with
the last word Miss Rosa opened
the front door and was on the
other side of it before an answer
could catch her.
Jase-e game dashing furiously
downstairs>,I,ut Miss Rosa had
walked fast aad as she reached
the pavement she was fortunate
enough to meet two lsrlies whom
she knew, also dressed up and on
their way to the March tea, so
she proceeded on with them trl-
umphantly, having managed to
read Jane q lecture on the beach
affair and escape without a scene.
Miss Rosa Terry detested scenes,
Just as she detested a hard bed, |
a badly cooked dinner, poor
partner at whist, and scratches on
her furniture; but in the Is years
since she had taken her brothers
orphaned daughter to live with
her-ane was then a lovely, dim
pied, wilful five-year-old - she
had never, not once, tried to COR
rect or admoniSh Jane without
drama. Today Miss Rosa smiled
to herself at her success in dOdg-
ing all but the prelude. They had
not reached the big act where
Jane always threw up her hands
and stormed and sobbed that she
was the most unhappy girl in the
world, that no one cared what she
did or how she felt.
Through the old-fashioned ruby
glass side panel of the door Jane
watched Miss Rosa out of sight
angrily. "0ld people are horrible"
she thought confusedly. "They
don't want anybody young to be
happy" She had expected that
her aunt would urge her to go to
the tea and really she wanted to
go and show off her new organ
dy, a startling black and scarlet
which she'd insisted on having
though Miss Rosa and the dress
maker had begged her to choose
either pale yellow or Nile green.
Of course she could skip into the
dress and appear late at the
Marchs' but then Aunt Rosa would
say, "Oh, knew you'd come and
that would be unbearable She