The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-09-13
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Boots Raeburn, IL, and lovely
elopes with Russ Lund, handsome
swimming instructor, because hcl
pride has been hurt by some pet
ty social snubs. Russ goes tc
Miami, promising to send for hel
later. Boots gets a job in a de
partment store. She is living il
a tiny room in Greenwich villag,
when she is stricken with influ
enza. Denis Fenway, young au
thor, befriends her and later in
Produces her to some of hi
friends. Boots finds herself re
senting the possessive air beau
tiful Kay Chillingford has towars
Denis,
Just before her illness Boot
received a telegram telling heI
! Russ had been killed in a motor
boat accident. She goes back t.
the store to work, too proud t.
appeal to her parents. She see
Edward Van Solver, one of Denis
friends, frequently.
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CHAPTER XXI
Boots had never known sum
mer like this one. Back in Larch
neck it had been warm, certainly
but there you had had awningec
rooms, the blue Sound itself tC
splash about in. Games, shaded
porcheS, playing lawn sprays, chill
dren skipping deliriOusly under
big trees in the care of starcheC
and aproned nurses-all this haC
meant summer to Boots. You haG
! a big house, of course, and big
windows with the breezes blowing
freely through the rooms. There
were iced drinks in the big refrig,
orator in the roomy, shabby kitch.
en-. Salads, crisp rolls, mountain,
Gus custards tempted your appe.
tito. Bath salts foamed pink OF
green in the big tub and the feel,
ing of crisply irOned silks next tc
freshly powdered, sun-brOwncC
skin was infinitely delicious. -.
All this was changed now. Mrs
MONEYS rooms baked and swell,
tered under a broiling sky. Morn,
ings were brief interludes OF
peaceful GOODNESS but before 10
o'clock the store itself was an in.
ferno. At noontime you went wan.
ly in search Of food, but nothing
was inviting. The limp lettuce
leaves in the cafeteria, the bowl!
of sandwich mixtures at the foun
tain lunchroom appalled, you. Al
night, dragging a, weary home
ward way on blistered and swoller
feet, you saw soiled children play
ing in cutters strewn with dirt ant
chaff. Sometimes a fire hydran
played, and then the street urchin'
were delirious with joy, thei
soaked, tattered clothes clinging
to their thin bodies.
There was one solid week il
June when the sky was an invert
ed bowl of braSs-merciless, IN
clouded. Then on Saturday rail-
fell, drenching the parched ant
grateful earth in the parks. News
papers published a toll Of "hea
victims" But Sunday dawneC
family cooler and a cry of graft
tudc went up from a million
threats.
1t was on this Sunday tina
Boots, limp, tired, yet wcakl,
thankful for the interlude, la,
stretched at length in her sag2inl
chair with the days news sheet
scattered about her. She had jus
washed her hair and it curled am
sprayed about her pale face il
which brown eyes were unnatural
ly dark. She was wearing an of
frock Of white linen, many time
washed. Boots asked nothing to
day save peace and GOODNESS anC
the time in which to rest.
'The papers say hot again to
morrow Mrs. Mooney volun
teered, thrusting her red, gooC
natured face into the angle Of tn,
half-open door. "Im just off t.
my sisters down to Rockaway
Would there be anything you't
want before | go? Mrs. Dawson i
still in her room but she's takin
the 2:10 for Teaneck. You won
be loneSome?"
Mrs. Dawson was the gray 81
lent, elderly roomer who bowed t
Boots remotely when they passet
in the hall. Mrs. Mooney offere,
| the information that she ha,
"three married daughters in Jer
sey but she won't stay with a wal
of thimn'
"T'm enjoying tall this,
Boots said, indicating with a ges