The Washington times., 1937-12-10

weird light through the high wav-
ing frondS Of the trees.
It was lonely here, but some
how Lynn was not afraid. After
all she had been through nothing
now seemed terrifying. Besides,
Rene was one of those detached
young men who inspired conf
dence.
Rene went into the trailer first.
"Wait until I find the light" he
called to her, leaving her standing
on the step in the moonlight. He
fumbled about for a while and
Lynn could her him strike a
match. A sickly flame burned.
Come on in, it's a bit of mess.
I'm not much good at this sort of
thing, I guess"
Lynn stepped up into the door
way. Inside the oil lantern dimly
Lit the interior. It was decidedly
a mess as he said. Paints, brushes,
canvases, dirty dishes, leftover
food cluttered the place.
Lynn thought Of Mrs. Warren's
immaculate rolling house and
shuddered inwardly. At least she
could clean the place up for him.
That might pay somewhat for his
hospitality.
Lynn suddenly realized she was
completely exhausted. She made
up the bed, slipped out Of her dress
and finally found the promised
pajamas.
She gave up about the tooth.
brush. In five minutes she had
crawled into her bunk, another
five she was in a deep sleep.
TRAVELLING NORTH
It was seven hours later when
Lynn opened her eyes. The bright
sunlight blinded her and the mo-
ton Of the trailer rocked her COM
fortably. She lay there for q few
minutes in a haze between sleep
and waking. But she must get up
and start breakfast for Buddy,
Her eyes fell on the welter Of
canvases, paint brushes, dishes,
clothes. Suddenly she remem-
bered. She pressed her face against
the screened window above her
head. The trailer was moving
briskly through the Florida land
scape.
Boucher had started north in
the night, while she slept. Lynn,
in all fairness, realized how the
man must have felt.
He did not know her, did not
know what that strange young
man in the sport coupe might do.
But he was taking her toward New
York. She could tell by the sun.
She jumped out Of bed and
dressed hurr1edly. She was very
hungry and wondered what time
1t was. Rene's only clock had
stopped, Of course.
oh, dear!" Lynn stood and
looked at the hopeless middle
about her. If she was ever to get
breakfast she must clear things
up little. Accustomed to working
IN a moving trailer, Lynn set about
her task.
At least she could get things
fixed a little. She struggled with
The stove, put some water on for
coffee. There was a neat little
gadget to hold the tea kettle in
place.
Briskly she made UP her bed, be.
gan piling up canvases. In half
an hour, she had the little trailer
looking fairly tidy. II can't scrub
with the thing moving" she de-
cided.
Lynn hunted about for some
means OF signaling to the driver.
Mrs. Warren had such a contrap-
ton, and at last she found Rene's,
A wire came through from the
front.
She pulled on it vigorously and
waited, hoping the wire YVES not
attached to something important.
Immediately the trailer began to
slow down. Rene pulled over to the
side Of the road and the trailer
rolled to a halt.
He got out stiffly and came
around to the door. Good morn.
ing" he called.
Breakfast is almost ready" she
replied as she put some eggs on to
boil. How do you want your
eggs?"
Medium"
Rene came into the trailer.
"Whew! You have been working!
The place looks SWELL" He grinned
and wiped his dusty face on a
grimy handkerchief. Let me wash
up bit"
Lynn had set the little table, the
coffee was sending out a delecta-
BILE odor. At that moment Lynn
was squeezing oranges, and her
blond hair curled about her warm,
flushed face.
This is going to be great" He
paused. II hope you're not mad
because I started last night. I got
cold feet. Thought that guy might
come back"
Lynn nodded. where are weP"
I've done all right. We're about
80 miles south of st. Augustine.
Nice going" He was Scrubbing his
face at the sink.
To Be Continued