The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-08-11
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belongs TO the younger ser at
Larchneck, fashionable New York
suburb. The Raeburns have had
Ireverses and Boots tries not to be
jealous of the other weather.
girls.
Sylvia Rivers, richest girl in
town, is giving a party at the
Yacht Club and Boots is heart
broken because she is not invited.
She accepts a last-minute invita-
ton to a dinner to be given at
the club the same night as Syl-
Was party by Mrs. Waterman,
one of Larchneck's social arbitres.
Next day Boots overhears her
crowd discussing her. Mrs. Wat
ermap, they say, only asked Boots
because she felt sorry for her.
Boots goes home shocked and
grieved by this unlsin1ness.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER III
"Who was that brought you
home?" Mrs. Raeburn, establish
ed in a deep chair on the porch,
with her endless knitting, asked
mildly as the girl came up the
steps.
ooh, Just nobody at all. The
man who teaches the youngsters
swimming at the club"
Mrs. Raeburn pursed up her
thin lips ever so slightly and, al
though she made no further COM
ment, her daughter knew the in
cident had displeased her. Dintsy
Adrian was all very well; every
one knew him. But Larchneck's
inner circle was a little closed
corporation. Newcomers were
looked upon with the darkest sus-
picion. Although a scant so min
utes from the spires of Manhat-
tan, the small, complacent sur
ban town had the tightness and
narrowness of spirit which might
have belonged to some provincial
village far removed from any
center of sophisticatiOn.
Boots went on into the house,
nodding to Linda, who was set
ting the table on the side porch.
This morning everything had
been lovely. Birds, sunshine,
flowers, even the smell Of suds as
Linda sang over her wash all
had contributed to Boots sense
of we'll being. But now a cloud
hung over all. Those girls who
pretended to be her friends had
laughed at her openly, cruelty.
Well, she would go to the party
tonight. She would show them
how much - or how little-she
cared.
'Not hungry?"
She came back from her dreams
to toy listlessly with the salad.
"Too hot, I guess"
"Did you have a good SWIM"
Her cheeks famed with the
memory of it. at was all right: 1"
81 declare, Barbara" her moth
er's fretful voice came to her as
from a distance, 81 declare l
don't know what on earth Daddy
renewed his membership in that
club this year for, anyhow. You
act sometimes as though you
didn't care about it, and we could
i'll afford it. :"
Familiar words. Familiar set
ting. Boots scarcely listened. Oc-
cupied with her own thoughts,
her own misery, she let her mo-
Their drone on.
"To make matters worse you
let every Tom, Dick and Harry
drive you home. When l was
girl"
1t didn't matter. 1t would be
over soon. :.
"No more spinach" Boots al
most snapped to the surprised
Linda who, with a rather batter
ed apron tied on haphazardly,
was handing around the dish
again.
Spinach, indeed, when her
heart was breaking!
X x X
But later in the cool of dusk
when, bathed, powdered and
scented, she presented herself at
the living room door for her
mothers approval, Boots spirits
had lifted a little. After all it
was midsummer, she was young.
and somewhere along the shore
violins were tuning up for the
movement of the dance.
Looks nicew Mrs. Raeburn
said. of the crisp, billowing or
candle. Boots kissed her.
'1'll just run you down, dear.
and stop to meet the 7:1O as