The Washington times., 1935-11-16

Kipp said, lifting himself up
on one elbow that he might look
down into her face: Il wasn't
sure. but hoped it would be
like this" He said then: You
are wonderful. Ann. II have
never loved anyone before. I
will never love anyone again"
That's right. darling, her
arms slid about him eagerly,
her voice was a husky murmur
against his cheek-"lie to me.
Always lie to me about those
Others"
Kipp said fiercely: There
were no others"
And Ann thought, drowsily,
magnanimouSly: There have
have been, of course. but it
doesn't matter. No one has ever
made him as happy as have
made him. . no one ever will"
And lying there in Kipp's
arms, she felt very secure and
very tranquil and beautifully
sleepy. But she didn't want to
go to sleep. She thought: 1T
would be wicked to go to sleep
II have spent so many nights
Of my life just sleeping"
She found one of Kipp's hands
and held it tightly. she wond-
cred if her head was hurting
his shoulder. If she ought to
move it. But she didn't want
to move it she didn't want
to go to sleep.
The next four days moved
with an enchanted swiftness.
They tramped for hours over
mountain trails lost in white,
virgin snow. They skated on
tiny lost lake, dropped like
frosty jewel between high, dark
pine trees. They came back late
in the afternoon, delightfully."-
exhausted, to have hot baths
and get into lounging pajamas
and talk for hours before a
blazing white birch fire.
Ann had one bad half hour.
The half hour before dinner one
night when she discovered Kipp
reading a letter from Francine
Sayre and enjoying it i'm
mensely.
CHAPTER 10
There had been several letters
waiting for them at the inn. Ann
had read hers while she was hav-
ing her bath and coming into the
living room later, wrapped in a
scarlet bathrobe, had found Kipp
chuckling softly over his own cor
respondence. She had, smiled at
him enquiringly and he had said:
"Do you mind if I finish this,
darling? It's from Francine."
Ann said no, of course not, and
had picked up a magazine and
begun turning its leaves carefully,
methodically, not seeing any OF
the illustrations nor reading any
Of the printed words on its glazed
pages. And Kipp had continued
to read the closely written cream
colored pages of Francine's letter,
his eyes frankly amused and en-
crossed.
"He doesn't even know I'm
here" Ann thought, a sudden cold
little fear closing about her heart.
"For the first time since we've
known each other, he's in the
same room with me and COM
pletely unaware of me. And all
because of a letter"
Suddenly she knew she had to
speak to him, had to bring him
hack to her some way. Snatch
him away from that other person,
that glamorous, far-away person
who had somehow managed to
come into this room and take him
away from her.
She said: THAT must be most
amusing letter. You seem to be
enjoying it"
Kipp flashed her swift, rather
absent smile. "Francine is a most
amusing person. And she writes
swell letters. Wait until you
meet her {. you'll be keen about
her" His eyes went back to the
letter.
OuV CLAOuS14U GAAdV 49, oAAC D
still in England. isn't She" Even
as she asked the question, Ann
knew suddenly that it was ter
ribly important to her that Fran
cine Sayre not only be in England
but stay there. And she thought,
I'm being completely silly about
this, but there's nothing I can do
about it."
Kipp nodded. "Oh, yes, she's
still there. But she'll be popping
back in a month or two. She
never stays put for very long.
Restless, you know. Always NOV
ing about. She's fed up with Lon
don, already. Wishes she were
back in New York"
Ann put the magazine down
quietly and folded her hands.
"Does she know about US, Kipp?
About you and me?"
"She does by now, no doubt.