The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-08-21
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! Boots Raeburn, Is and pretty,
is openly snubbed bv Sylvia Riv-
ers, the richest girl in Larchneck,
fashionable New York suburb,
Sylvia fails to ask Boots to a
party at the Yacht club. Boots
accepts belated invitation from
Mrs. Waterman, one of the elder
ly social lights. r
Hardy Whitmore, one of Sylvia S
guests, who had been drinking,
puts Boots in an embarrassing
situation and she is escorted
home by Russ Lund, swimming
instructor. The malicious Sylvia
seizes this opportunity to hurt
Boots and persuades Mrs. Fernell
of the Woman's club to ask Boots
to resign from the Juniors.
Hardy calls to apologize and
Boots accepts his invitation for a
date that evening. In a spirit OF
reclslessness she asks him to take
her to The Barn." a question
able dance resort.
Young Mrs. George, a neighbor
asks Boots to luncheon.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XI
Boots traced the pattern Of the
| blue damask cloth with her fling
er. $50 that's the way it hap
|pened," she said, looking straight
into her companions eyes. "And
i'm elected. I'm the goat.
4 You see that" There was an
imperceptible sob in her voice al
though her eyes, bright and dry,
beled it.
"Mv dearm The other woman
smiled at her encOuragingly
you're taking all of this too
seriously. Believe me, it isn't
important. Oh, | know" she went
on swiftly at Boots gesture OF
dissent. 81 know it seems so to
you. At the moment it swallows
up doesn't? -everything else in
the world. You can't read the
morning papers, can't be inter,
ested in floods or plaques OF
world shaking discoveries because
Mrs. Alice Dofunny Fernell, OIL
whatever her name is, has decid.
ed you misbehaved and don't rate
a ticket to the Christmas assem-,
bly,; or whatever the darned thing
lis"
| Boots laughed Historically
"That's exactly it," she said.
"D'you like this boy-Hardy?'
Francesca George wanted to know
Boots stared out of the window
ipast the cool green of the chintz
draperies, past the pen where
Gwen George frolicked and the
shaded pram where Perry George
Junior, slept.
| "He's-he's attractive" she
said. Last week / thought-well
| was crazy enough to think
really was in love with him. You
know-Pd seen, him in crowC
and he was so good-looking anC
he never knew l was alive. Pc
made a sort of hero of him,
suppose"
Mrs. George nodded. under
standingly.
! "Well, then | found out since
that he's really pretty dumb. He
has charming manners when he
wants to use them but he's moi
terribly amusing. He says the
same, thing over and over again
II know most girls don't minc
that-it's sort of having a line
but it GETS on my nerves." Boot.
confessed ingenuously.
81 thought he'd be like some
one in a play-that he would say
the most interesting things and
be, well, different. He isn't. He's
Just like everybody else. OF
course if he dates a girl she's
noticed. Everybody thinks she
must have something because he
has the reputation of being
awfully smooth. But even that
won't do me much good now that
Mrs. Fernell is down on me-"
you're what-almost 1927
Mrs. George wanted to know
"Not going to college,"
Cant" Boots admitted. dad
dy's business"
i i y
"Of course, Well, you don't
want to hang around the village
for ages, waiting for the old la,
dies to smile at you again,
opined Frances George shrewdly
I"You want to marry-later, OF
course. But not necessarily the
first blond herman who gives you
a kind word"
81 thought if I could get ANY,
Boots said, slipping her iced tea