The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-08-06
copYReHI, 1877. NeA SERVICE. INC

Very late they came to the rancI
house. II was low and sprawling
Rough hewn chairs and tables, up
holdstered with deep cushion
that spelled comfort, a piece o
two of good brass stood around.
An old Indian woman set on
| food-roaSt chicken, half a ham
a large portion of cold roast beef
rolls and butter and honey, {
fruit pie and coffee. 1t was {
mans house, a mans table, {
mans welcome. And Judith re-
sponded TO the new virility anc
strength of the scene with deep
ening enthusiasm.
Judith and Millicent were raw
cnously hungry. They were sleepy
too. Ii was IL o'clock the next
day when they appeared. A tail
man. with a lean, wind-darkened
face and a quick smile that play
ed around visionary eyes, rose to
meet them.
81 hear you're the new part of
the household" he said. "Pm
Mark Price, also a boarder.'
> .
Mark Price - where had she
heard that name, Judith wonder
ed Mrs. Irving, as name, meant
notbino 10 the man. Apparently
women's clothes didn't either. He
appeared scarcely to notice Jud-
this white denim trousers, turkey
red shirt and lowhceled orogueS'
Nillicent. IN her blue and wnite'
cot no better attention -,
Clothes horse, admired for her
frocks well, here was man
who was concentrating on hes
voice and eyes, Judith reaiizeG
with a sense of pleasure. PM nad
dared 10 suggest that II was nei
clothes for which she was sought
Phil had been wrong e.
Judith made no apologies io'
her ensembles. -, &,
Nor did she mention them IL
tho half dozen days that followed;
Marx Price was friendly and Xinu
and communicable. He, judith
and a good-iooking cowboy VINO
had had a year at Colgate went
horseback riding, had picnic
lunches in the gorge, sat oy an
omen fire at night and listened 10
the wind in the higher hills, or
danced to the radio, chairs pushed
hack against the wall, while the
rest of the cowboys gathered ana
We'd for favorS.
Judith varied the blouses, tur-
kew red, emerald green, the DARK
navy, and the yellow. The men
liked her best in the outfit that
had cost less than SO. clothes
didn't matter. She wished again
that Phil-the old Phil whom she
had laughed and talked and walk
ed with-would come.
She thought about it as she
danced one night. Outside a full
Soiden moon spilled yellow wine
down the mountains and 1t drip
ned through the door onto the
bare. polished floor. A thousand
miles away an orchestra gather
cd the songs that made the musl-
cal pattern to which the low,
bceled brogues and the cowboys
heavy boots kept time. Maybe
Phil and Marta were listening to
that music. somewhere, way OIL
Maybe they were dancing to IT,
And she. Judith Irving. was on
her way to Reno - dancing her
way to Reno. =.
Mark Price was steering ner 10
the door. She wondered if all her
life now, little loves and little
batteries would have to make up
70 her for the important thing
that she had missed. 49,.
Now. on the veranda OF the
farmhouse, with the sweet smell
of the earth and the vines ana
the bushes on the evening ar
Mark Price turned to her.
"Mrs. Irving, / want to ask you
something and well, to be hon
est. Pm frightened out Oh my
eyes. Mark" Other men had
begun their talk of romance IN
this vein, too. 1t was a little anus
inc after all, to be thus APP
nroached when she was bound for
Reno. .;IoLlon sbo
answered. "But what IN the
world do you want?" Her matter
of-fact tone tried to discourage
anv romantic tendencies.
He began to laugh, whole
boartedly. without further embar-
EASEMENT. "Not at all what you
think" he said. Something quite
different"
(To be eontinued)