The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1936-08-03
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Ann Hamilton, pretty young
secretary in a large business of
flee, goes 20 a travel agency t.
make plans for her two-week va
cation.
Bill Ware, travel bureau EN-
ploye, persuades her to go to Lake
Racine. Bill is obviously attract
ed by Ann, but she gives him lit
tie thought.
Ann goes to the mountain re
sort and at first is lonely. Their
she meets Ralph Spring, the heae
boatman.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER "
Ralph Spring, the head boat
man, was the most indifferent
man Ann had ever known. In a
few moments he had told her that
he was only padding her canoe
because he had nothing else to do,
because all the other boats were
out, and because he needed some
exercise.
Then he explained deliberately
that it was part of his job to help
entertain the guests. Most of the
girls at Lake Racine were too silly
for him, Ralph added. He was not
interested in anything but build
ing bridges. A beautiful arch IN
a bridge was a far finer thing
than the sight of a pretty girl.
Ralph was a college man, a
sophomore engineer, working his
way by this summer job at the
hotel. When he finished school ne
was going to the Jungle and build
some of those bridges he dreamed
about all the time. Then he'd be
happy.
II trust you don't go in for the
frivolous life, either" Ann said,
her thoughts going back to con-
scientious Bill Ware who worked
at the travel office. why do all
you men 90 at your work with
such vengeance? Don't you ever
relax"
'sHave to get ahead" Ralph
said shortly. Then, with an I'M
equaled abruptneSS, ne SAID
WANT to sit in the bottom of the
canoe with me? Oh. don't worry
/ won't get fresh with you. l Just
thought you could hear me better
if you sat close by"
Then ne began telling her about
the new bridge across the Golden
Gate. "Southerners build all the
bridges" he announced, little
proudly. 81 don't know why, but
they do. Pm from Georgia Tech.
'Is that so?" Ann answered.
"Then l suppose one day you'll
build big bridges, too. l like the
Washington bridge at night-alI
the lights twinkling up there like
strings of beads against the
dark" -,
THAT'S poetry" Ralph said
scornfully. "The most beautiful
in the world is built over an ugly
swamu in Mississippi. It's like
marble tower rising up out OF the
Ann eyed him smilingly. "Isn't
that a little poetic, too, Mr..
SPRING." ,r,
strong stone bridge. tn be here. !"
Then he added bluntly, Call me
Ralph. Everybody does"
Softly she laughed. "Au right
Ralph" 49,
He paused long enough in his
padding for a furtive look at
her, facing him, her white face
coming out coolly against the
dark. She was laughing up at
him, and he didn't know what to
do about it. This girl was Diff
ferent. She was $3.50 elusive.
"Pn bet you've got some sense,
he said. mot like the rest of
these girls" 80,
Thank your she said prettily.
81 don't cotton much to girls.
I've always done road work in
the summers. / haven't had time
to dance, and all those silly things.
Do you dancer" he added accus-
ingly.
She said, with an air of defying
him, "Of course, dance. adore
it."
He didn't sem to mind the re-
buff. II suppose / could learn to
dance, That is, if | wanted to
waste any time. I'll tell you what
Pill let you teach me"
Thank you" she said, laugh
ing up at him again. But he SEEM