The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-08-25
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Sylvia Rivers rules the younger
set of Larchneek, fashionable New
York suburb. She dislikes Boots
Raeburn whose family has little
money.
I One night at the Yacht club
situation by sHardy Whitmore,
one of Sylvia's guests, who had
been drinking. Sylvia maliciously
contrives to force Boots resigna-
ton from the Juniors. Humili-
ated, Boots withdraws from the
crowd. She goes about with Russ
! Irnd, the swimming instructor.
Russ falls in love with her and
announces he's going away. He
begs Boots to elope with him and
she asks for time to think it over.
Mrs. Raeburn returns from a
visit and Boots breads having her
mother hear about her resigna.
ton from the club. Out for an
early morning walk, Boots meets
Denis Frenway. young author.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XIV
Boots swallowed hard. Denis
Fenway, in old gray flannels
with a blackthorn stick in his
hand, stood gazing at her, frank
lily embarrassed, frankly at loss
Boots was the more composed
She crumpled the damp ball that
had been Il handkerchief ii her
hand and smiled wanly at him.
Don't pay any attention to
me-" she said quickly and lightly.
"I've got the early morning
blues. One of my Irish ancestors
is stalking me today. We al ike
a good cry, you know"
Surprisingly, the young man
sat down beside her, stretching
his long legs out on the cobweb-
bed grass, starred and spaniled
with globules Of dew.
CRY away" he said briefly
81 have good shoulder"
Boots put her handkerchief
resolutely away in the pocket of
her white wooily sweater and
smiled again.
ooh, the showers over" she
told him. at was nothing"
| If this handsome, indolent
young man thought she was go,
! ing to tell him her troubles he
was vastly mistaken. Probably
ne would try 20 use her for
what did writer's call it?-copy
He was going to be disappointed
if that was his aim.
She threw him a side glance
how black, how absurdly Ions
and sweeping his lashes were
over eyes Of darkest blue! Ant
how extraordinarily tall he wa
If he weren't so obviously self
satisfied and conceited she nigh
have liked him little. As it wa
she put on her usual mask O
casual interest.
81 thought you'd gone back t.
California" she said by way o
making conversation.
He drew a pattern on the we
earth with the stick. "Presently,
! he drawled.
Boots flushed. If he though
she was interested-if he onl,
remotely knew how unimportan
! his comings and goings were t.
her! She began to scramble t.
her feet. feeling she hated thi
handsome, Well-dressed youni
man who so definitely certain o
himself and his place in the world
He put out lean brown han'
to detain her. Even through he
annoyance she was conscious O.
the strength of those warm brown
fingers with their well-cared-fol
nails, their look of leashed power
"Ah, don't go" he said, on {
note of penitence. There | wa'
thinking you'd talk to me for {
minute. You're forever on the
wingw
"As II" Boots wanted to know
arrested by this view of her.
eyes. You're always scrambline
in or out of a car Or rushing tc
swim or something" he complain
ed in his agreeable deep voice
81 stopped by to ask you to come
and have tea with me the othel
day. You were out-the beacI
or someplace, the colored woman
said"
Linda had never told her. No
that it mattered. So he hat
stopped bv," had he?
Suddenly Boots, warmed by hi;
| friendliness, his obvious desire tt
please, was conscious of a desire
to confide in him. He was thu
perfect confidant, man of the