The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-08-14
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rules the younger set of Larch'
neck, fashionable New York sub
urb. Sylvia gives a party at ths
Yacht club and asks all "the
crowd except Boots Raeburn of
whom she is jealous. ,..u -
Boots, heartbroken by the snub
accepts belsted invitation to a
dinner at the club that same
night given by Mrs. Waterman
one of the towns social ,lig'ts
Hardy Whitmore., one of Syl.
Was guests, rushes Boots off the
dance floor and tries to persuade
i!er to, go Ealing. She refuses and
runs away, losirg her shoes.
Hardy goes off in his boat and
falls overheard. The entire club
is aroused ar,l he is rescued
Boots, embarrassed and shoeless,
is driven home by Russ Lund,
swimming instructor.
NOW COON WITH THE STORY
I. CHAPTER " -,
Boots had her hand on the side
door now, fumhling for the han
die. 81 guess-I must have made
a mistake" she said confusedly.
Isabel Halfway was going to
pick me up" a.s; -,-
"That's all rightp She could
see the flash of white teeth in
Russ Lund's sunburned face.
"Miss Halfway asked me to get
you-said she couldn't get away
from the gang" ... ..r...,,
He slid the motor into high
and, since they were already
gliding swiftly away from the
club, Boots had no choice but to
sit back. .,,. aa ..sG
81 don't know what this is all,
about" Russ Lund said lightly
and gayly, tooling the little car
with an expert hand, "but. it's all
right with me. i take you home,
wheel the bus back to the club
for Miss Halfway - that's all
right" ~ ..
Boots felt a slow flush creep
ing over her face. 81 lost my
Shoes" she said intentionally,
in the pause. cit was going
to be darned awkward getting
back into the club, explaining to
my hostess"
"You poor kidw His tone of
sympathy was almost unendura-
bly, sweet to her Jared nerves.
Don't be NICE" she warned.
eff you do, you'll have me Sob
bling on your shoulder in min
ute"
"Those old hens around town
would be only too glad to pick a
fight with a pretty girl like you,"
Russ pursued, interrupting him.
self to ask. (Which way do l
turn from here? What's your
street? Pm not sure of it night"
She told him and in a few
broken phrases sketched the
events of the evening, emitting
names.
"Rotten break" the young man
commented mildly when she fin
ished.
$50 you can see Pm everlast-
ingly grateful to you for helping
me out of this" The words were
hard to say. They almost stuck
in her throat. A week ago she
hadn't known Russ Lund was on
earth, except in a dim way. He
was merely the red-necked,
squarely built young man in the
black jersey, with the woolly
white sweater slung over his
shoulder. The swimming "pro"
at the club. Nobody knew him,
except the "kids" and the older
women who were timidly begin
ming to learn to swim.
That's perfectly o. k" ,
She noticed for the first time
that he was not in evening
clothes. AS if in answer to her
unspoken thought, he said easily,
~ was helping out in the mems
coat room. ( Have to earn an
honest penny wherever l can"
She liked him for that, even
while deploring the necessity. 81
thought | hadn't seen you on the
floor" she told him.
"tMe?" His great laugh rang
out. "No, i don't run with that
crowd"
They were at her door now.
The dim amber bulb burned in
the front hall. All the rest of
the house was shrouded in ST.
lence and darkness.
"Well-weli, thanks a lot"
go. H." he said again. "Can
you make it in those thin stock
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