The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-09-20
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Boots Raeburn, 1s and pretty,
elopes with Russ Lund, hand
some swimming instructor. Russ
goes to Miami, promising to send
for her later, and Boots gets a
job in a New York department
store.
Russ does not write. Months
pass and then word comes that
he has been killed in a motor
boat accident.
Too proud to ask her parents
for help, Boots struggles on
alone. She meets Denis Fenway,
young author, who introduces
her TO Edward Van Solver and
beautiful Kay Chillingford..
Denis helps Boots get a job in
book shop. She goes to live
with Frances Gawtrye, in charge
of the shop. Boots mother comes
to see her and begs her to visit
her father who has hal stroke.
Boots realizes her parents needs
financial aid.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XXXVII
Boots was curled in one corner
of the big couch. In this room
with its studio window, it's mar
bic mantel glowed comfortably,
there were expert touches.
Frances had made the linen on a
terra Gotta ground. The books
that lined the shelves were many
and various-poetry and fiction
and biography. Frances was in
terested in child training and
"mental health" and there was
a full shelf of books on the lat
ter subject. There were chry-
santhemums in a deep-mouthed
amber vase and the wet wind,
stirring the curtains, mingled
with the scent of the fire and
the tangy,, bitter odor of the
Boots, gIancing up from her
book and Sawning, liked all of
it. This was step up, indeed,
from Mrs. Moneys narrow room
with its humpy bed and sagging
dresser. BOOTS liked sharing quar-
tiers with Frances, who was equa-
BILE, amusisg and honorable. She
liked the dong Sundays in the
empty apartment when Frances
went to spend the day with her
married sister in East Orange or
with any of a number of class
mates. Frances also had beau
"a tall, serious young man who
taught economics at one of the
nearby universities and frequ-
emily came up for "binge" of
dinner and the theatre. 1t was
one of those occasions which
Boots was celebrating now with
a re-reading of "Jane Eyre" and
supper of bread and milk. Ed
ward was out of town; he had
been invited to one of the my
RAD house parties he was always
being hidden to. But presently
his voice would be heard on the
telephone and Frances would
come dashing in. 1t was good
to be alone, to SAVIOR all this.
The bell rang shrilly in the
stiffness and Boots scrambled to
her feet. glancing at the clock.
Half past 10! Too early for
Frances to return from her the
atre, much too early for Edward
to call. His note had said he
would be arriving at II, and
that he would telephone her the
instant the train got in just to
see how she was. That was Ed
ward!
She pressed the buzzer which
opened the downstairs door. 1t
might be a telegram or special
delivery letter from Frances
young man. 1t might be
Running steps on the single
flight of stairs leading to their
apartment. A dark, smooth head
appearing in the stairwell as
the girl, bent double in her loung-
ing pajamas Of amber silk, hung
over to see who the late caller
might be.
She drew back, very pale,
"Denisw
1t was he. Denis in full even
ing kit, very handsome and de-
bonair. a stick held in the crock
of his arm. Denis with his opera
hat crushed in his hand, his white
muffler showing.
Their eyes met. He was
breathing hard. He had been run
ming but he said easily, Hello
May | come in?"
The insoIence Of him, the un-
qualified impudence of the man
She had not seen him for months
two, three months, at least