The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-09-14
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Boots Raeburn, Is, and lovely,
elopes with Russ Lund, handsome
swimming instructor, because her
pride has been hurt by some pet
ty social snubs. Russ goes to
Miami, promising to send for her
later. Boots gets a job in a de-
partment store. She is living in
a tiny room in Greenwich village
when she is stricken with influ-
enza. Denis Fenway, young au-
thor, befriends her and later in
PRODUCES her to some of his
friends, Boots finds herself re-
! senting the possessive air beau
tiful Kay Chillingford has toward
Denis.
Just before her illness Boots
received a telegram telling her
Russ had been killed in a motor
boat accident. She goes back to
the store to work, too proud to
appeal to her parents. She sees
Edward Van Solver, one of Denis
friends, frequently.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XAXll
Boots and Denis iunched at an
inn hanging over a willow-cir-
cled pond where ducks swan laz-
! lily in the dappled water. Denis
was at his most charming-neith-
er distracted nor fitfully inter-
ested. He was solicitOus for her
comfort. But his long, lean
brown hands lighted cigaret after
cigaret and Boots noticed that he
ate little. He seemed thinner;
! he had fine-drawn look about
his mouth. She had sent him a
money order for $40 the week
before, her first payment against
the debt caused by her illness
and Russ burial. He spoke of
this gently. He hadn't written to
acknowledge it. he said. because
he'd wanted to see her first. She
was not to bother about that I'M
| til things were better with her.
1t was simply a loan between
friends.
GLOW are you liking the
work." he wanted to know.
She shrugged. No one was to
know how dreadful the lOn% days
at Lacy's seemed to her. 1t was
all right, she said. A little tir-
! ing sometimes. 1t was a job :;
that was all.
t He gave her a thoughtful look.
Chad something in mind" he
said. Remember Masterson, that
! publisher chap I talked to you
about a year ago."
She remembered. 1t had been
when she was so desperate, so
unhappy, not knowing which way
to turn.
"His firm has an outlet book
shop over or Eighth street. Nice
little place. Copper kettles and
spinning wheels, that sort of
thing. You know"
| She knew. She remembered
passing by. stopping to read the
titles on the bright Jackets.
"Well, the girl-one of the
girls, l should SAYS leaving in
! two weeks. She's a southcrner.
| 7 think she's getting married,
Thev want someone. When ] was
in Masterson's office the other
day he was talking to someone
on the telephone about it. l
thought of Vou."
But" she cried, her heart
thudding painfully. happily at the
thought, "maybe the Jobs already
been taken. Oh, probably it
hasw
It was cruel of Denis to tell
her about it too late to do any
thing about it. Because of course
there were always dozens of girls
after Jobs of the sort. SO diff
ferent from Lacy's with its time
clock, and its eternal vigilance,
the wary ewes of the supervisor,
the steady ache in back and feet.
81 don't know. It's a chance
anyhow. Worth looking into;
Denis warmed to the idea. "Look.
I'll call you tomorrow-or can
II"
"We're not supposed to have
telephone calls at the store" she
told him. Cant l call you in
stead?"
That was all right, Denis said.
She would call him about noon
then? Good.
Today he was delightful
companion, easy to talk to, in
terested, amusing. He told lazy
stories expertly: he flashed his
remembered smile at her occa-
sionally: and when the girl, re-
Taxing in the pleasant atmos-
phere, responded in kind he
laughed heartily at her sallies.
Boots had never felt so gay, so