The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1937-04-16
CHAPTER X-COntinued


"Jim and l went over to Dutch's."
Her voice was quick and light. "You
haven't been waiting long, have
you? 1t was stuffy in the theater.
You were marvellous in the first
act. How did the other two go?"
"You aren't particularly interest
ed, are your"
"Darling!" Cecily's voice was
coaxing, little exasperated, more
than little alarmed. 1--WE seen
that play four times this summer.
Do you want to stop at Dutch's?
Let's 60 home and have scrambled
eggs"
Jim took step in the direction of
the car.
Goodnight" he said.
Cecily turned to him. Good
night" she said with a gay little
gesture of farewell. "Thank you.
Goodnight, jim"
Goodnight, Fielding" Jeremy
said on a curt note of dismissal.
Driving back to ''Meadowbrook, "
Jim made plans for the future. He
would put cot in the Office at the
riding academy and get kerosene
stove in the village. He wasn't 60
ing to hang around while Clyde was
there.
He would keep out of it. None of
his business, anyway. The fellow
disliked him. Disliked him! There
was something more virulent than
dislike in his voice when he'd said
goodnight. What right did he have
to take that superior tone with Gee
lily? Of what was she guilty? I'm
Intentionally hurting his pride, per-
haps. That was all.
The third week in September Mr..
Vaughn went with party of friends
on fishing trip to Maine. He sent
for Jim the morning of his depart
ure.
Jim, arriving at "Meadowbrook"
in answer to the summons found his
employer in an eleventh hour hub
Dub of packing and final instruc-
tons. Miss Parker and Rose were
scurrying about the second floor To-
eating garments which had been
packed away since the last fishing
trip.
"They think I'm going to Little
America" Mr.. Vaughn fumed good
naturally, indicating the array of
garments piled on the bed and the
sofa in his room.
Mr.. Vaughn was in high good hui
NOR, excited, grumblingly genial.
room where the fishing equipment,
ready to be packed, covered the
ping-pong table.
81 had to work like the devil
to get the doctors permission to
CO." he said, tenderly unjointing
rods, laying them, flannel wrapped,
in leather travelling case. 'The
time isn't very convenient. I'd
rather not leave home while Cecily' s
guest is here. Miss Parker will be
busy getting the youngsters ready
for school. Still, suppose there's
nothing to worry about"
Nothing at ALL" Jim assured
him. "These flies are beauties"
"Pretty fine collection" Mr..
Vaughn said with a certain degree
of complacence. "Pack them care
fully, Jim. Well I'll be-! Who's
been monkeying with this?"
Mr.. Vaughn was examining a
bamboo rod which had been broken
and mended. Jim laughed. "I'm
afraid I'm guilty of the mending,"
he said. 'The day I came here
Susan was fishing in the brook.
startled her. She fell off the bridge
and broke the rod. I had to make
an attempt to repair the damage
since it was partly my fault"
''Not bad job" Mr.. Vaughn was
in too high a state of anticipation
to be annoyed by a broken rod.
$50 that's how you wormed your
way into Susan's esteem. Is that
a pun?" He twinkled at Jim. 81
suppose it is. Funny" he added,
laying aside the bamboo rod,
"she's the only one of the children
who seems to have inl& erited my
passion for fishing. I'll have to
take her with me some time. She's
as game as a brook trout And
that reminds me- ordered some
casting-rods from New York. They
didn't come this morning. I'll leave
you the address of the camp in
Maine. Will you come up here some
time tomorrow and readiness them
for me?"
eyes, sir" Jim replied.
care you comfortable at the rid
ing academy" Mr.. Vaughn asked.
"Oh, yes" Jim smiled. "I'm be-
coming an excellent cook. Now that
! have electricity and a telephone
I feel as though I'm living in a
suite at the Ritz"
"Well, keep an eye on things.
What time is it? Past eleven!" Mr..
Vaughn thrust his watch into his
pocket. "Strap up these things for
me, will you? and take them out
to the car"
Mr.. Vaughn finally got off a little
after twelve o'clock in a furry of
affectionate farewells, the trunk