The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-09-18
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Boots Raeburn, Is, and pretty
is snubbed by wealthy Sylvia Riv
ers: Inundated, Boots accept,
the attentions !9f Russ kund
handsome swimming instructor
and impulsiyely slopes with. ,hin
Almost immediately she real
ICES the marriage, Is, "a = mistake
Russ gets a Job in Miami ane
leaves, promising to send for her
HE does not write. Honths pas.
and then comes word that Rus,
has been killed in a motorboat
accident. ...:. ...... ...,
Boots gets a job in a depart
ment store. She is lonely unit
she! meets Denis .Fenway, youns
author. He introduces her att
some 81 of his friends, including
beautiful KAY Chillingford.
One Sunday he appears unex
pectedly and takes Boots to visi
cousins of his at Easthampton
Boots has a gorgeous time unit
Kay appears. Then, hurt ans
jealous, she insists on returning
to town alone. o..
Next day Denis telephones t.
tell Boots he has a job for he
in book shop. She goes to SET
the owner.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XXXV
The heat wave broke mex
morning in a torrent of rain
Cutters ran copper rivers an:
torn ents sluiced in the streets
Along Sixth Avenue under the
elevated structure pedestrian:
were bent double in the effort
Of holding umbrellas over theil
heads. The steady sheets slanteC
and fell. In the Square where
the, fountain gHshed muddy nj
agaras trees were bowed under
the onslaught.
Boots, rushing along toward
the ebay Tree Shoppe," felt the
tide Of excitement rising within
her. At eight O'Clock Il telegram
had been delivered to her. 1t haG
read: Report Bay Tree for Work
at nine. Job Is Yours. Hooray
Denis"
1t had remained only to tele
phone Lacy's, to explain to {
somewhat affronted personne
manager that she would not re
turn. Her bridges now were def
initely burned.
She turned in at the swinging
sign. EBAY Tree Shoppe. Books
Art Objects"
A neat, dark young woman
with green smock over hel
printed silk frock turned hel
head inquiringly. She was az
ranging delphinium in vase OF
dubbed glass. Behind her on one
of the recessed shelves was 8
copper kettle. There were bits
of china on the small tables
scattered among the books Fai
ence. Delft. Copenhagen ware
There were gray-blue penguins
There were swans of bohemian
glass. And everywhere-in the
recesses, on the high shelves
cleaning behind the loaded panes
Of the old, hiGh-ShOuldered secre
tary-there were books, books
books. Their Jackets were gilt
scarlet. blue and silver, orange
and black. They made tapes.
try of color along the falls and
in the deep embrasures. ..
Good morning" said the
young woman in the smock.
81 am Barbara Lund. Did Mr.
Masterson send word. -"
The other smiled. ooh, yes.
Sorry, l thought you were an
early customer. Will you put
your things here?" She led the
way to q back room.
"This is where we come and
brood, Barbara when business is
bad or we want a good cry. II
you're to be one Of US you might
as well get used to it. Hang
your coat here. Horrid day,
isn't it? / came in from Summit
on what was practically a dawn
train and I'm dead already. After
I've told you a few .. choice bits
about shoppe Pm going to drop
down on this couch and have. a
nap"
She went on, her soft, unac-
cented voice ripping lightly over
the words. She was Frances
Gawtrye. She had been here for
simply ages-six years really;
straight out of college. She loved
it. Boots would, too.
1t wouldn't be hard, getting
broken in. The prices were just
,,,,l,oJ an TIA ;ockats. M ont