The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-09-28
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BOOTS RAEBURN, Is, elopes
with RUSS LUND, swimming in.
structor. When he goes to Flor.
ida, promising to send for her
later, she goes to work in a de.
partment store.
Russ does not write. Months
pass and then comes word that he
has been killed in motorboat &C,
cident.
Boots meets DENIS FENWAY,
young author, and EDWARD VAN
SEWER, wealthy and socially
prominent. She is in love with
Denis and jealous of beautiful
KAY CHlLLINGFORD.
Boots gets a job in book store
and goes home to live in order to
help her parents financially. Or
Christmas Eve Denis calls, but
Boots tells herself she must forget
him.
Mrs. Raeburn receives news
that she has a winning ticket ii
q lottery.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER Xiv
If Verify won, said Miss Flori
da, awed, the lottery ticket woulc
be worth something Gin thu
neighborhood" of $4,000.
"Not that | think there's
slight chance, even, if his win
ming" Mrs. Raeburn put in will
a smile. She had a wire from
some totally unknown people a
Bay Shore, Long Island, VIII
wanted to buy half share in he
! interest for $500. 1t all seemed
family preposterous. The ticket
just as it stood, had already net
ted them $500.
The old shingled house wa!
electric with expectation these
days. Old friends dropped in tt
congratulate the Raeburns. Boots
mother fairly glowed. She hac
lost years, it seemed, with the
stroke Of luck which had befallel
them.
Denis came over to cOngratu
late them and he and Boots haC
few unsatisfactory moments to-
gether alone in the living room
while the girls mother was callec
to the telephone.
"What are their plans"
She smiled, Struggling. "The!
are trying to rent the house
Mother says she will have a films
on the $500 no matter wha
comes. She wants to go to Cali
fornia. We've had people stream
ing through all week, telling u
what's wrong with the house. It.
a very humbling experience"
He was staring at her oddly
intently. .,
what on earth's the matter?'
"Sorry. | didn't mean to b'
rude. Do you know you've grown
up to be a very grand young wo
man these days."
She flushed.
"Must you always poke fun a
me-"
"But. Pm not. Pm deadly seri
ous." His dark brows were drawn
together. He was so close to he
that she could see the nervou
pulse beating in his lean brown
throat. She longed to say, "Wh.
can't we really be friends? VIII!
must there always be this armed
truce between u.s." But she wa
silent.
"Book going well?"
He threw up his hands IN ;
characteristic, impatient gesture
"Rotten. Haven't had an ide;
for weeks. Pm going to seed"
"Why do you stay on here
! them" she questioned boldly.
"Oh, Pm comfortable. BE
sides"
Besides what"
His dark eyes narrowed, laugh
| ing at her.
"oh, nothing
Mrs. Raeburn came back il
then, flushed and voluble, am
| the girl was left with that odd!
unsatisfied, restless feeling. DEM
went away presently, saying h'
| had work to finish, and Boots oc
cupied herself about the house
finding small, unimportant thing
| to do. 1t was a mild, rainy spring
Saturday. She TUNED out a hu
reau drawer, ushered two maidel
ladies through the house, listen
ing to their polite comments OF
the size Of closets and store
rooms. She washed out some or
candle cuffs and mended blous
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