The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-08-28
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Sylvia Rivers rules the younger
set of Larchneck, fashionable New
York suburb. She dislikes Boots
Raeburn whose family has little
money.
One night at the Yacht club
Boots is put in an embarrassing
situation by Hardy Whitmore,
one of Sylvia's guests, who had
been drinking. Sylvia malicious
ly contrives to force Boots resig-
nation from the Juniors. Humili-
ated, Boots withdraws from the
crowd. She goes about with Russ
Lund, the swimming instructor.
Russ falls in love with her and
announces he's going away. He
begs Boots to elope with him and
she asks for time to think it over.
Mrs. Raeburn returns from a
visit and Boots breads having her
mother hear about her resigna-
ton from the club. Out for a
morning walk, Boots meets Denis
Fenway, young author, and they
have long talk. Russ sees them
together and is jealous.
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CHAPTER XVII
Mrs. Raeburn came into the
| living room with a puzzled ex-
preston on her thin, lined face
"That was Alice Fernell," she
said. 81 wonder what on earth
she wanted. She sounded rather
queer. :"
! Boots looked up, her eyes
Iclouding. Her. heart had begun
to beat irrecularly.
What did she say"
"Only that she wanted special
ly to see me. She'll be over al
three. Now, what in the world
worried Mrs. Raeburn, pumping
a cushion. "What do you suppose
| it's about?"
Boots shook her head. 1t was
Coming-the moment she had 81
dreaded, the moment which hac
been artificially postponed by he
mothers visit to Aunt Medals
Alice Fernell with her steam-roll
er tactics, her tact that was WORST
than bluntness, her yelled accuse
lions.
Boots went out into the garden
blindly. The heat of noonda,
poured down upon her.
what am | going to do?" sh
asked herself. "Mother won't un
derstand. Jane Fernell was star
ling at me yesterday when | talk
led to Russ at the beach. An
about the Juniors. Mothe
will rave when she knows abou
it.
The situation was uncomfortable
81 think I'll go to the city aft
Ier lunch," she said, coming int
the kitchen where her mother wa
Isheiling peas. Here. let me d
that" She took the wooden bow
from the thin, nervous hands
Anything, anything for an out
let. E.. The very act of shellin
peas, of squirting the little emel
aid globules into the bowl, re
lieved her unbearable tension.
"Why, dear, | don't think L
do that if l were you," her me
Their said quickly and vaguely
cts so hot. :.
give saved up my allowanc
for three weeks" Boots told hel
81 want a big hat. I'll go dow
to one of those Fourteenth stree
places. :"
"Wen. :" Mrs. Raeburn
objections were silenced. 81
would be nice" she fluttered
little later, "if YOU could d"'"
in with somebody. It's stiflin!
on the train. :, = ... -.
Boots agreed. She had no con
scious plan. no real idea of doini
anything desperate OF final. He
one idea, for the moment, was t.
leave the village and its problem
behind her. 1t was cowardly o
her to run off and leave he
mother to face Mrs. Fernell. Blu
what else could she do? Perhap
she would have time to run i
and see Mrs. George before trail
time, ask her if. anything ha
turned UP about a job on tn
staff of "Womanhood."
'I'n find something to do |
the city. l must find a job" sh
= tolo herself, trembling with e1
, citement. People promised a
sorts of things and promptly fol
7 fot all about them. Denis Eel
way, ONLY this morning, had mad
: a haif-hearted promise to loo
! up something for her. But /
had probably already forgotte