The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1935-11-07

marked. Hes not at all what i
imagined him. And he is awfully
good looking, isn't he?"
Silver was thoughtful for a mo-
ment.
"Corinne," she said at last, 81
don't want Gerald around here at
all"
well, it's no affair of mine, my
DEAR" Corinne said lazily, and be-
gan calling to her dog, who was
exploring the underbrush on the
hill.
Something deep within Silver
trembled. She saw Corinne turn
away and go toward the house.
From among the shadows under
the great oak came the sound of
Jason playing a quaint old lullaby.
The music, mingling with the un-
broken churring of the frogs, SEEM
ed to come from far away, from a
past of aforementioned, half-for-
gotten things.
Just before shutdown, Silver rode
out to bring the cattle in from the
pasture. On the way home she
paused beside stripped field of
barley where the men we're at
work A couple of them waved to
her. Jason stood on one stack,
pitching the sheaves to the man
who fed the machine. Roddy stood
beside the separator, attending to
the bagging of the grain as it flow
ed from the spout. He waved to her
and Silver, waving back, remem-
bered irrevelantly that Corinne had
not been present at the midday
meal. She had gone to luncheon at
the -Richters', in their cottage on
Twin Deer lake.
Silver shook her bride rein and
was about to turn away when she
heard a scream from the field. She
swung around quickly and saw
Roddy jump toward a tow-headed
youth who was standing near him.
The engine stopped instantly and
the men hurried to where Roddy
was leaning over the boy. Silver
slipped down from her horse and in
a moment had crept under the
fence and was beside Roddy. The
boy had stumbled and caught two
fingers of one hand in a cog-wheel
of the thresher. The fingers were
two bloody tatters hanging from
the hand. The boy was lying on the
ground now, his face a deathlike
pallor under the sunburn, his lips
writhing back from his clenched
teeth.
where's the first-aid kit?" Rod
dy shouted to the men who were
crowding about him.
Jason had already gone in search
of it. Oh it, we've forgotten it,"
he called as he came running back.
Roddy looked up. 'Has anyone a
clean handkerchief"
Nobody responded. Silver had
knelt beside Roddy, who was keep
ing vise-like grip on the bleeding
hand.
"Use this, Roddy," she said
quickly, and whipped off her clean
white linen blouse. With her shout
ders barred to the rosy light of the
low sun, she tore the material into
strips and gave them to Roddy
while he made a bandage and
tourniquet for the boys mangled
hand.
"All right, Jimmie!" Roddy said
at last, and lifted the boy gently to
his feet. "Start the truck, Jason.
You'd better 60 down to Maynard
and let Doc Woodward attend to
it."
In minute the truck had ratified
away. It had all happened so quick
ly,it seemed to Silver that she had
scarcely drawn a breath. Roddy
was coming back to her from the
wagon that stood off a short dis
lance from the threshing machine.
He was carrying his own grimy
jacket. She permitted him to button
it up to her breast, while she thrust
her hand down into the pockets in
an effort to control their trembling.
"That wasn't very pleasant, was
it," he said with grim smile. "But
those things happen now and then"
When she did not reply, he laid his
hand on her shoulder. "You were a
brick, Silver-to do what you did.