The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-08-01
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CHAPTER XXI

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 well, smiled Marsh, Its nice to see you able to be about, Jo- and you're looking remarkably fit, too."
 Jo held out her hand. You've no idea how nice it is," she laugh ed. I'm afraid I've been great deal more trouble than you bar gained for"
 Nonsense! These things will happen sometimes"
 1T don't mean just the ac- cident out on the lake," Jo said, her voice serious now.
 He met her eyes squarely for a moment. Look here, Jo, let's have a little talk about things, shall we?" He rubbed his chin uncom- fortably. "I want to rid myself of this hunting beard, and you'll want to change, no doubt. Suppose we meet down by the garage in half an hour or so?"
 | Jo nodded, relieved that she was to know where Marsh stood. And perhaps he could help her, too, with Fragonet, If she stayed l Ou dL SIc6t AdhC dAtAA SAAO oSNO@ returned there might further awk- ward situations. Jo we'll knew.
 When she reached her rooms she telephoned Hubby that the tennis game was off "The boss wants conference with me-" she told Hubby lightly, ''so I'll post pone my challenge until tomor- row-if I'm still here."
 That's all right with me, /" Hubby said. And don't worry. You'll be here, all right"
 Marsh was running his car from the garage just as Jo appeared. having changed her swim suit for a gay cotton print that revealed her lovely tanned shoulders and not a little of her enviable back.
 Sure you won't need a wrap?" Marsh asked. Tt gets rather cool along these forest roads, and I thought we might have dinner at the Lone Tree Tavern. It'll be a welcome change for you, after be- ing cooped up in your room for so long"
 Well :" Jo hesitated, think ing of the thin cotton frock.
 "I'll drive by the steps of the Inn and have Tom bring you some thing. I've a leather jacket that'il be just the thing"
 A toot from Marsh.s horn brought the smiling Oriental who was quickly dispatched for the leather jacket, and half minute later the little green roadster was climbing valiantly toward the knoll above the Inn.
 Marsh drove in silence, and Jo wondered how to begin the ques- tions which were tossing around in her head. Finally, to her im- mense relief, Marsh himself asked a question which opened the sub- ject that was worrying her most.
 Did Pete Fragonet bother you while was gone?" he asked.
 Jo shook her head. No he wrote me note just before he left for Hollywood"
 Marsh chuckled remihiscently. He promised me he wouldn't try to see you. But had to promise, tool" He turned to her, smiling. "He seems really to be in love with Iyou. Jo.''
 I ''He imagines that he is." she replied, land for the time being that makes 1t just as difficult as if he were."
 "Then you don't love him ?' Marsh asked.
 He was silent a moment, and when he spoke again his voice was freighted with relief. You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that, 10. Pete Fragonet Is a friend of mine. I've liked him very much-but he's like a great spoiied child, and a spoiled child can hurt.
 "You mean you wouldn't quite trust him?"
 Mot with woman's happiness" 1" Marsh said quietly. And yet I shouldn't say that about a friend. Perhaps. this time, Pete Is on the level. Why shouldn't you be the one woman he'd fall in love with and want to keep forever7 Yeu'Ee young and beautiful. and you--" | 10 interrupted. embarrassed by lMarshss words. ''Talking of Fra-