The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-08-16
BEGIN HERE TODAY

rules the younger set of Larch-
neck, fashionable New York SUI
burb. Sylvia gives party at the
Yacht Club and asks all ''the
crowd except Boots Raeburn of
whom she is jealous.
Boots, heartbroken by the snub,
accepts belated invitation to
dinner at the club that same night
given by Mrs. Waterman, one Of
the towns social lights.
Hardy Whitmore, one of SyI-
Was guests, rushes Boots off the
dance floor and tries to persuade
her to 60 sailing. She refuses and
runs away, losing her shoes. Har-
dy goes off in his boat and falls
overheard. The entire club is
aroused and he is rescued. Boots,
embarrassed and shoeIess, is driv-
en- home by Russ Lund, swimming
instructor. The following day she
gives the crowd more to talk about
by again driving home from the
Beach Club with Russ.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER VII
And redouble," said Sylvia tri-
umphantly. She smiled across the
table at Helen Bird. "How is that,
partner"
Sylvia liked to play. She liked
better to win. Not that she was
not generous - when the bridge
game was at her own house, as
was the case this afternoon, she
gracefully conceded the prize to
the one whose score came next
highest. But bad score put her
in q villainous temper and those
who liked to keep her in good
humor usually saw to it that she
held the winning cards.
Now, as the scores were being
added up, she leaned back in her
fan-backed chair Of willow and
yawned luxuriously.
"I'm dead" she announced.
looking around at the assembled
company. There were eight girls
in all, charmingly dressed, exquis-
itely curled and rouged and pow
dered, their long nails flashing
like red jewels. Cigaret ashes lit
tered the big alabaster trays;
there were cigaret ends stained
with lip salve everywhere. The
long, slim fingers were always
restlessly seeking fresh light. a
little squared, cellophaned pack
age.
Another party tonight" Sylvia
went on, touching her dark waves
with ringed fingers. 81 shall need
a rest cure if this keeps up"
There was a polite murmur of in
terest from the seven. Sylvia need
ed plenty of attention, demanded
| it.
Flows Hardy today after his
ducking?" one of the newcomers
to the charmed circle demanded.
She was a round-faced, snub-nos-
ed girl with an enormous mouth
and liquid but rather vacuous
dark eyes. Sylvia glanced rather
sharply at her for an instant, then
turned away. She did not deign
to reply. ...
Hes all right" Patty said
briefly, with a withering look at
Ethlyn Tree, Someone said some
thing quickly to cover the Silence
and Ethlyn stared about her TN
abashed.
"Well, I think he was potted if
you ask me-" she continued stout
ly. -.
Nobody did, darling" Patty's
tone was devastating. Several
pairs of bright eyes were slanted
inquiringly at Sylvia. There was
! malice in some of them. BID. ..'
"a person can't have the sim
plest accident around here" stat
ed Sylvia pointedly, without hav-
ing every old tabby in town tear
ing her hair about It,"
"Well, 1 only thought" began
Ethlyn, on the defensive. "My
heavens, l didn't know he was the
king or something! Anybody'd
think there was a law"
There is, darling" Isabel who
felt sorry for Ethlyn came for
ward crisply. eve call this the
No-Gossip Club, didn't you know?
Anyone who tells tales has to pay
a fine. >"
'.Honestly?" Ethlyn was appall,
ed. Patty winked at her elaborate.
ly.
"Sure, couldn't you tell? We
talk about nothing but birds and
flowers. Bring your stamp book