Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1937-09-03

I'll have things organized for you in
a day or two-I've got a line on a
woman who can come here and do the
work for YOU"
wonderful" said Mrs. Joyce, with
her usual lack of expression.
"And in the meanwhile" announced
Jimmy, well eat at the Quick and
Dirty and like it."
"When?" asked Mrs. Joyce.
"We're waiting for Bruce Kenning,
Mother"
Gas usual; we've waited for him
for ten years"
"Yes-father always said he was
the latest thing in mining men,"
Hammond laughed louder than any
one at that. Jokes had been few for
him in these long weeks of waiting.
Bruce Kenning was coming in the
door. After that, the conversation
became jumbled; so much to be gone
over again, calls for food from Tim
my Moon, monosyllabic cut-ins by Mrs.
Joyce, questions to be reanswered a.
bout the trip. But at last they were
down the hill and at the crude door
way of the Slumgullion. For a mo-
ment a queer feeling of trepidation
shot through Jack Hammond. For
the first time, he wondered what Kay
would think of these crude surround
ings which she would find on every
side, the lack of comforts of civiliza-
ton. But the answer came almost as
soon as his mental questions. Kay
had tipped her blonde head and glanc-
ed about her at the sloping log build
ing, with it's CLASHES windows of mos
quito netting, it's faint illumination
of two ancient oil lamps, its vague
forms, seated at rough tables, dimly
discernible through the Melted door.
"Isn't it cute" she exclaimed. "Just
like movie set. Look, Mother, it's
simply gorgeous!"
Gorgeous isn't hardly the word for
it," came the acidulous rejoinder from
the angular Mrs. Joyce.
"Well," Hammond laughed with re-
lief, eat least it's unique. Set this
down in the main street of an Ameri-
can city and you'd have a crowd
around it in five minutes" Suddenly
he drew back. ooh, Kay!"
eyes," she turned from the door.
Here's someone I'd like you to
meet"
Jeanne Towers was approaching,
also headed for the restaurant. She
hesitated as she noticed the little
throng in front of the doorway, but
Hammond called her forward.
Jeanne" he said, there are my
friends from Seattle. Kay, this is
Jeanne Towers. Remember I wrote
you about herr"
"Of course" The Seattle girl ex-
tended her hand, a long-armed ges-
ture-Jeanne Towers accepted it, hest
family. They smiled and exchanged
greetings; suddenly Jack felt ill at
ease and wondered why Jeanne Tow
ers should be apologizing for her APP
pearance. After all they were the
clothes she always wore. AS for Kay,
she said nothing but pleasantries
which, some way, seemed unpleasant.
Jack Hammond could not understand
it. He hurried to the other introduce
tions. Then: won't you join us?"I
he asked. Jeanne drew back.
"No-no thanks" she evaded. "I'm
just going to have bite. I've got to
get back to the store"
Jeanne sought the farthest corner.
Chinese waiter approached, rubbing |
his hands on dirty apron.
"Glaying fish, lainbow fish, deer
steak, blare steak" he announced.
clay off the bear steak" Bruce Ken
ming warned. cts tougher than old
Shoes"
"And don't ask about the vege-
;ables," Hammond interjected.
They're all desiccated and"
"Taste awful" announced Jimmy.