The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-06-10
o 1887 NEA Service. Inc.

ne thought he had lost her he
would decide he had never wanted
anyone or anything else and
would whine and scheme like
small boy to attain his desire for
a complete and devastating re-
venge.
Her brOws still knitted in
fr0wning concentration, Coral
climbed the stairs to the second
floor and opened the door of her
room. Donna was still on the
window seat, clad in over-elabor-
ate green lounging pajamas,
box of chocolates at he elbow,
novel with gariShly printed dust
jacket in her hand. AS Coral en-
tered she looked up from her
book. Hi, there. It's late.
suppose you've been in the lab,
nObly doing the work for tOmor-
row.
Coral nodded absently. She
had noticed the qui2zical, slightly
hooking tone of Donna's voice, or
the curious, watchful look on her
face. what have you been do
ing?" she asked.
! Nothing. That is nothing con-
structive. I've been waiting here
for the last two hours for you to
come and translate so lines of
Greek for me-"
"I'll help you with it, of course.
But | can't simply translate it for
you and let you hand it in. |
had the course last year and DR..
Shire would recognize it in a min
ute" Coral was looking over the
volumes in the case. where's
the book?"
Donna sat up on the edge of
the window seat, her eyes snap
ping. Coral, for heavens sake
don't be so. so priSsy. You
know quite well that | can't begin
to translate that into any kind of
sense. You've done it all once,
it'll be no work for you. Besides,
old 'Owl-Eycs' won't know the
difference"
Coral laughed in spite of her.
self. you shouldn't make fun of
Professor Shire. Donna. And he's
much cannier than you think.
He'd recognize my translation in
a minute. Don't forget ! was in
his classes for three years, and he
even knows how | make mistakes.
It's all right for me to help you
get started on your translation.
But | couldn't do the whole thing
for you. That's cheating. 1t
wouldn't be right"
Donna sprang to her feet.
Coral. you make me sick. All
YOU talk about what's right and
what isn't. You're a fine one to
talk. | know Il lot more about
you than you think ] do. You
can't pull your sweet, innocent act
with me any more"
Donna, what are you talking
about?" Coral palcd a little.
"You must be crazy"
"Crazy, am /" Donna fairly
screamed. "Tm not so crazy rs to
clope with a cheap chemistry pro-
lessor who makes nothing a year,
MRS. DAVID ARMSTRONG;
For few moments there was
dead silence in the room. At last
Coral spoke. what do you
mean?" Her voice was strained,
held in control by terrific eXer-
ton of her will.
"You know W h al | mean"
Donna said sulkily, frightened by
CoraPs voice, and her drawn,
white face. 81 couldn't find a
handkerchief when | came in and
! opened your drawer to borrow
one of yours. The license was
under the pile Of handkerchiefs.
Anyone might have found it,"
Gonna, you're lying" said
Coral. "That marriage license was
locked in the drawer of my desk.
The key was under the handker-
chiefs"
what difference does it make,
as long as | found it," Donna in
quired insolently. "Pll be the
campus sensation with this juicy
little tid-bit of gossip to recount.
You'll be expelled and your hand
some David will lose his job"
Coral was aghaSt. Donna
you're not going to tell anyone?
You mustn't
Donna sat down on the window
seat again. "Why not?"
you know perfectly well why
not. 1t must be kept secret I'M
til June"
Donna selected a chocolate
from the box and munched it
pensively. 81 might be persuad-
ed to keep your pretty little Sc
cret if you made it worth my
while. If you translated my
Greek, for instance, and seemed
willing to do a few other odd jobs
for me-"
Without a word, Coral rum
mayed through the bookcase until
she found the Greek textbook, and
sat down at the desk, paper and
pencil beside her. "There seems
to be nothing else for me to do.
| ought to have this finished be-
fore dinner" She worked silently
for a while, then without looking
up, said, 81 hope you realize that
this is a peculiarly low form Of
blackmail, Donna"
Donna grinned. "Call it black
mail if it makes you feel any bet
ter, sweetheart. It's darned con-
venient for me. And by the way
| have a date with Lefty Welsh
tonight and / don't intend to be
in until long after Pm supposed
to be. I'll expect you to go down.
stairs and open the door for
me between half-past 3 and A
O'Clock"
An involuntary spasm of dis
taste crossed Cora's face, and it