The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-11-19

house. An hour pSSSe"
emerged. Ll
i, was an hour during which
even though he had come here ex-
pressly to see his brother-ne us.
tened nervously for the return Oh
Carlo or Dolly: an hour during
which he searched aSsiduously,
and might have searched IN yam
had not an incident OF CARO- )
boyhood been brought TO nina.
In the basement was an Old,
fashioned trunk. unlocked ana
full of odds and ends. In the tray
were souvenirs. papers, a insect
lany of rubbish. Lifting 1t out,
Tony removed the burden ana
turned the tray over. Pasted to
the under side with strips of adj
hesive paper were severa! ooJee'S'
Tony tore them OIL. -,
A few rings. . couple OF watch
es, a small roll of bills. -,
Just so had Carlo, as a cniiG'
once concealed some money stoi,
en- from his mothers purse, and
in the same old trunk.
For some reason which Tony
could not define, tears came 10
his ewes az the memory. Tears
which he impatiently, angriiy'
dashed away as he thrust the
stuff in his pocket, as ne repilac-
ed the tray and It's contents, clos
ed the trunk and fled the mouse.
Home again, he managed 10
read a while to his father ana 10
pretend cheerfulneSS. But as soon
as possible he went 10 his room
and examined the things that
were burning his pocket. some
how ne must accomplish 4 return
20 the owners, whoever lhe!
might be. -.
owner. A ring he had recognized
even as ne had hurriedly retriev-
ed the stuff from Carlos trunk;
A ruby ring. in band Oh golo
worn thin by many years!
In her Chicago hotel room, Mar
cia Garfield attempted 10 close
door in her mind on further tor
menting thought of Frank Ken
bricks latest flight. For flight 1t
must have been, she knew: Inc
shock of meeting John Waddell
had been sufficient, her reason
insisted, to send Frank forward
on his uncertain and secret way.
A trifle grimly, Marcia inquir-
ed by telephone concerning the
schedule of planes TO New York.
One was leaving within the hour.
She did not bother to telegraph
the servants at home.
Packing her bag, she went
down TO the desk. There she re-
ceived her bill and went to tire
cashiers window, where several
persons waited to pay while a wo-
man at the head of the line caus.
tically challenged the validity OF
items charged TO her. Although
the others in the line were impa-
tient. the man ahead of Marcia
was coolly putting the time TO
use: he had opened a leather
notebook and was industriousiy
sketching a startling if somewhat
exaggerated likeness of the angry
woman.
Marcia. fascinated by the quick
strokes with which ne reproduced
the woman and her temper,
watched unashamed over h 8
shoulder. She did not know that
he could have guessed her beha-
vior until, without turning, ne In
quired courteously:
do you like it,"
Marcia laughed.
at isn't flattering, but 1t is &C
curate," she admitted.
Bruce McDougall sketched his
signature, the scrap of plaid.
cat last she's through" he said
as the woman subsidized and
pushed some money over the
counter. "Now We can all get
going"
Marcia thought of the sketch of
herself which he had presented to
her a few hours before.
Aren't you going to give 1t to
the LADY," she asked, indicating
the notebook.
McDougall grinned. :,
"Only when they're beautiful,
ne said, and Immediately blushed.
II was his turn at the cashier S
window. Finished, he bowed TO
Marcia and walked uncertainty
away. When she turned from the
window he had disappeared;
She could not know that ne mad
paused, outside the hotel doors,
and asked himself a question,
and. having answered with re-
Iuctant negative, had climbed In
20 a taxicab and become an atom
in the traffic.
The last passenger aboard the
plane, Marcia took her seat and
glanced about her. She could
hardly restrain burst of laugh