Carolina watchman. [volume] (Salisbury, N.C.) 1871-1937, 1934-08-17

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lat her door, but there was n
answer"
81 mo sir. She's changed he
rooms to the west wing. I thin.
she will be in presently, for dinner.
"Oh thank you, Matthews.
e His voice was quite colorles'
Mathews went shastilysg Beth c
; them knew that the west wing ha
! not been opened for years.
e Anne, listening idly, could com
Y livery close to guessing what ha'
happened. . And this was only he
first day in Barry's home.
Meantime Cleo Pendleton, VIII
Twas not in the least irresponsible
|huddled sulkily back in the limou
sine.
Hurry, I'm late!" she snapped
land the a swept out of the driv'
so fast hat a man crossing tn
sprang aside hastily. HI
scowled and took an envelope from
his pocket and wrote down the
license number.
Friends, and rich ones," he
thought. "I'll try my luck there
Damn it, I'll get a job somewhere
Pm going to stick here until some
thing breaks"
Cleo had not even seen him. She
was in a whirl of angry thought.
"She's no more a ranch girl than
I am-unless she's one of the aw-
fully rich ones. The way she talks
and the way she wears her
clothes! And l though I could make
him ashamed of her!!"
The soft lips pursed ~sullenly.
II picked up a point or two, any
way. She'd rather be called Anne,
and she hadn't told Barry that she'd
lived East. Caught that one from
him! And something bothered her
about the windows but that
sounds crazy. The funniest thing
is that she looks familiar to me.
J.. Just a little familiar
In the next few weeks they dane
ed and dined, lunched and motored.
and dashed from one engagement
to another. The telephone tinkled
incessantly.
1t was fun, but sometimes Anne
was achingly homesick for the sun
washed Junipero. She and Barry
seemed to have so little time for
each other here.
Not once in those flying days had
Anne caught a glimpse of the man
who had loitered in front of the
hat night. She watched for
but he seemed to have dis
appeared. 1t could, she decided,
have been pure coincidence. Jim
had probably gone on before this
to the gay haunts where he was
more at home.
Cleo Pendleton was in and out
constantly and at all hours. She
amused Barry, and in her kitten
impish way managed to monopolize
him a good deal.
SBaby vamp!" Anne thought
scornfully. The more she saw of
Cleo the less she cared for her, but
intimacy seemed to be thrust upon
her.
Anne wondered if Mrs. Duane
held the check book as we'll as the
household control. . That would
be embarrassing for Barry; she
would have to wait until he told
her.
What she needed to do first, she
told herself, was not to make trou-
Bile but to coax Barry's mother to
like her.
What Anne could not know was
how ruiniusly the secret hope of
years had crashed when Barry hac
sent that sudden word of his mar
riage. Mrs. Duane was a proud ane
strong-willed woman, hating pow
erty and all that it meant. Barry
could have married Cleo Pendleton
and Cleo would have broght hin
wealth and leisure. Mrs. Duan'
hated the very name Of Eagle Lake
) The knowledge of this deep.
rooted bitterness came to Ann
: sharply. She had tried to bridg'
the recurring silence of a tete-a
: tete lunch by talking for once O.
something less impersonal thar
. dinners and minor items of Gran
leigh news.
}, sYou have never been to tn
| Perch, have you? 1t is like a beau
tiful mountain camp. You mus