Evening star., 1934-04-29

"Thirty-hve cents?"
He made rapid calculation.
Thank you" he said.
| is voice, thought Marjory, was absolutely
! thrilling. He could say thank you'
If the very words tasted like grit between his
teeth. No, whatever his attitude toward her
vast wasn't indifference.
That night, she decided reluctantly she'd let
him look for her every time the door of the
diner opened-only to be disappointed. She
was sure that there would be disappointment
under his relief.
So much depended upon how he would be-
have next day. She prayed with all her heart
that he would be rude-even ruder than he
had been. Shed despise him if he were to
show any respect for the Trent millions. 1t
had been necessary Of course, to drag in the
miserable money. She wanted to be honest
with him right from the beginning.
She needn't have worried about his attitude.
The next day ne most satisfactorily rude.
He served her and stared pointedly through
a window. at the waiting taxicab.
WELL" she said. Il can't very well go home
until they fix my car"
'I suppose" he said, with well-controlled
irritability, they'll take long time to fix a
car like thatl"
YES" she assented placidly stirring her
coffee. And I'll have to wait for it, My
father told me that If I smashed up another
car I'd have to walk"
That would be just too bad" he said
She glanced at him quickly, but his face was
expressionless. And suddenly she tired
of this little game. Little games like this
could be cruel. 1t the tip of her tongue
to tell him so-but further conversation be-
tween them was interrupted by the arrival of
a carload of young people, bursting into the
diner.
These young people had been Cora Fitz-
hugh's guests in BoSton-and they were Mar
jory's friends. However, they did not see Mar
jory. They were swooping down upon Bob
Cornell.
"Bob!" shouted Amy Browne. "Bob-dar-
ling!'
We'll, WELL" chuckled Luke Tenant, I'VE
found out, old man, didn't we?"
Make me a hot-dog," commanded Cecily
Hughes, leaning over the counter. When I
think of all the wieners I've roasted for you'll"
Then Luke saw Marjory. There were more
greetings and every one took it for granted
that Bob and Marjory needed no introduction.
The three newcomers were anxious to be on
their way. They were trying to make record
run from Boston to New York.
Luke" said Amy, "is driving like fiend."
"He always does" said Bob grinning why,
when we were in school together"
Marjory turned away and began to talk to
Amy Browne-with great intensity. But even
now she had Bob Cornells story 1t ran like
a thread through the good-natured jibes of
their mutual friends.
Bob Of Bob's Place was the son of a wealthy
mining man who'd lost great deal of money
in '31-and a great deal more in '32. And
Bob had decided to earn the wherewithal for
his next year at Johns Hopkins. He'd turned
a talent for camp cooking-and an old truck
of his father's-to the service of the wayfarer.
And that was the whole story. But after his
one last year at Johns Hopkins he was going
to be a full-fledged nerve specialist.
Nerve Specialist" echoed Marjory Trent,
in a whisper
They begged her to go on with them, but
she refused. She liked her own driving bet
ter than Luke's, she said. None Of them real
lied, as they shouted their jovial farewels, that
they were leaving anything in the nature of
drama behind them.
"Well?" said Marjory slowly.
we'll suppose you've won your bet, or
whatever 1t was"
INV heto"