The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1937-05-21


tell me?"
"The night of Marjory's we'd
ding" she said, "when first sus-
pected that Jerry was responsible
for the Quinn girls being hurt. 1t
was a question of Jerry or you, OF
Jerry or you, and it didn't occur to
me to doubt the truth Of your sto-
ry. That night, lying awake, think
ing of it, l wanted your story to be
true"
"Cecily-Darling-
Sits so confusing" she said slow
ly. IT don't know whether I love
you or not, Jim. There's lots of sun
in Bermuda. Perhaps I'll find out"
She laughed shakily. you're max
ing love to me in the stable, Jim.
Or am / making love to your
appropriate, isn't it," he asked.
''The first time saw you, you were
riding Lady Cecily darling, / do
love you so. That evening in the
garden the things l said were
mere Dragging. I'm not going to
get over you. I'm not going to for
get which song it is that makes me
sad. l."
A shadow darkened the doorway.
"Cecilyi" Mr.. Vaughn called.
"We've got to get started. The
steamer won't wait for us. She
sails at half-past five" He disap-
peared abruptly.
Cecily moved away from the stall.
Jim followed her. They went out
into the sunlight, into the clear
sparkling air.
"Cecily, aren't you sure now?"
Jim asked. "Must you go?"
eyes," she said firmly. "Father
is taking this trip for me. He's
been so fine about everything. I'm
going fishing with him. I'll even
stick worms on hooks"
you'll write to me?"
"TI send you Postcards" she
promised. "Those bright colored
ones with heavenly blue water and
flowers as big as cabbages.
Nearing the group about the Sc
dan, they walked more slowly.
"Don't go, Cecily," Jim said.
"You might fall off bicycle or get
eaten by shark or meet a charm
ing Englishman with a title"
She smiled. "You talk so per-
suasively, jim"
Hurry" Mr.. Vaughn called,
standing beside the sedan, his watch
in his hand.
They joined the group about the
car, Miss Parker, Nora, MacPher-
son. Their hands met and parted.
"Good-by, Cecily."
"Good-by, Jim"
Mr.. Vaughn cleared his throat.
"Get in here, Jim," he said
brusquely. "You'd better drive over
to New York with us so we'll stand
a chance of catching the boat"
Jim saw Mr.. Vaghn's half grave,
half smiling expression, saw the
shining expectancy in Cecily's dark
golden eyes. He shook his head.
"No thank you," he said. "Td
rather meet you at the dock when
you return. / don't like farewells."
There was chorus of good-bys,
parting instructions, Miss Parker's
warning not to lose the luggage list,
Nora's importuning all the saints
in the calendar for safe and pleas
ant voyage, MacPherson's quiet
Goods speed" The sedan moved
slowly along the drive, picked up
speed, disappeared around the
curve between the dark hemlocks.
Miss Parker and Nora went into
the house. Macpherson touched
Jim's arm.
"Don't look so forlorn, lad," he
said, his eyes twinkling under the
shaggy brows. ''I'm thinking the
trip will be short one"
Jim's eyes turned from the wind
ing drive between the hemlocks. He
smiled at his old friend. 81 think
so, too" he said confidently.
"Think?" The smile deepened,
shone in his eyes, banished the lines
of strain and fatigue. "I'm sure.
I'll meet her on dock in New York
three-perhaps two-weeks from to-
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