The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1935-12-19

with an inner trembling, she got up
and spoke softly.
81 hope you feel better"
Corinne turned over and yawned.
Lots better. Thanks so much, Sill
ver."
She patted the coverlet on Co.
rinne's shoulder. 'Try to sleep now.
And I'll come up in the morning,
right after breakfast, to take you
on our hike"
Perhaps it would be better to
postpone it till the afternoon-or
maybe another day." Corine sug-
gested. ''I'm expecting telephone
call tomorrow"
Silver regarded her for a moment
in silence. well, 60 to sleep cow,
anyhow" she said, and stole. quietly
out of the room.
'yrAlone again under the cold star
light, Silver found that her minis
tering to Roddy'S wife had had a
profound effect upon herself. All
that lawless feeling for Roddy that
had battled within her for weeks
retreated now before a burning
pity for Corinne and a feverish re-
solve to do everything in her power
to save Roddy's wife from herself
and her false sense of values.
In March, after a prolonged spell
of bitter cold and very little snow,
a sudden thaw set in. The back of
the winter, as Sophronia said, was
broken.
But everywhere the talk was of
the gloomy outlook for the farmer.
"a man doesn't know whether to
pray for rain or drouth. If there's
a bumper crop, prices will 60 still
lower-and if you don't plant at all,
you get nothing"
Roddy reflected. What if he had
to sell his last years grain at prac-
tically no profit to himself! He was
no worse off than countless farmers
whose obligations were staggering
compared with his own. He could
still give Corinne enough money to
buy herself some spring clothes,
though she probably would never
know how much it meant toT.nina.
Well, perhaps things would be bet
ter now that spring was here.
For that matter, things were bet
ter. Corinne had been more like her
old self during the past weeks. He
was well aware that Silver Gre
noble had had much to do with the
change in Corinne's state of mind.
He had seen very little of Silver,
but she and Corinne had become
very friendly.
He slowed down as he saw a
horse and rider. It was Silver Gre
noble.
where do you think you're 60
ing all by YOURSELF" he laughed.
eff you really must know" she
replied, ''1'm going down to get
some dogweed near the lake"
where's Corinne? You two
''She wasn't home when I called.
We hadn't planned anything for to-
day."
"Why don't you come to the
house some evening when I'm
around. Gosh, I haven't seen any,
thing of you since Christmas!"
"I've been busy" Silver retorted
simply.
Roddy smiled. "Busy giving les
sons in good cheer to my adorable
wife, eh? Well, you've made good
job of it."
The sudden flags of color flew in
Silver's cheeks, and Roddy suffered
an acute pang of dismay.
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weed, then," he said hurriedly land
started his car.
AS he continued on his way. Rod
dy found that he could not dismiss
from his mind that swift, battling
blush ; his sally had won from her.
Her face had had the delicate, flush
ed courage of a spring flower. She
was not of the land in the same
sense that Paula Gobel was. Paula
was like a field of ripe wheat. But
Silver Grenoble had an earthly
quality all her own; she was like
young grass in pale spring sun, or
sheet lightning in summer dusk,
or the shadow of a birds wing over
water. Roddy was glad that he
could regard her so disinterestedly
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