The Washington times., 1937-12-06

The laughter of a group nearby
on the Palm beach sand floated
and hung on the hot air. If Lynn
was anxious tU forget who she
was the two young men some 40
feet away were turtively speculat-
ing about her name.
They cast glances in her direc.
ton whenever they had an oppor-
tunity, which was not often, be-
cause the girls with them were
demanding and poSsesSive.
"A poor male hasn't chance in
this mans country" murmured
the older of the two. Here we're
stuck with four babes and we see
something like that!"
He nodded surreptitiously to.
ward Lynn
shes worth looking at" the
other replied under cover Of the
general laughter.
LOVELY GIRL
And Lynn wa. Slim, and heart
breakingly young. she was tanned
to delicate brown. Because her
hair was really blonde she was not
afraid of the sun.
The men could see her petulant
red mouth. and the black lashes
which rested OH her sun-tanned
cheeks, promised that her eyes
might be dark. They were. Deep
brown, with flecks Of gold in
them.
Very nice, but so what?" The
younger man shrugged his shoul-
derS and turned to the pretty bru-
nette who owned an imported
automobile.
Unaware of the attention she
created, Lynn continued her black
brooding. So this was life. Dishes,
scrubbing, pressing, minding
Buddy when Mrs. Warren was
away. How Lynn hated it. Not
but that Mrs. Warren was kind,
but what a life for a girl.
And I thought the world would
just stop for me when got out OF
school," Lynn flattened herself
deeper into the comforting sand
Just then car slowed down ur
on Ocean Drive. A young mar
parked it where he had no business
to park and got out. He seemed
to stroll casually down on the
beach.
"Oh, oh! A pickup, and we're
helpless" said one of the young
men who had been watching Lynn.
But her eyes were closed and she
did not see the newcomer.
Il beg your pardon. but aren't
you Miss Marion North, from Bos-
ton?" he asked, as he stopped
above her on the sand.
Lynn sat up hurriedly and
brushed the sand from her cheek.
mo, I'm sorry" There was an
irresistible twinkle in the young
smiled up at him. When Lynn
smiled that settled matters. Mrs.
Warren had warned her repeat
edly that she must talk to NOBODY,
but Lynn was desperately lonely
this afternoon. She's do as she
choose. Where was the harm?
May I sit down." the young
man asked as he dropped beside
Lynn on the sand.
You know I'm not Marion
North" Lynn accused.
"Of course I do. But it is good
approach"
II don't think So"
We'll, I'm talking to you, am
not?"
1T worked. That's what you
mean?"
Exactly" He smiled at her
like an impish bad boy.
Lynn laughed at his audacity in
spite of herself.
He was quite right. It had
worked and she was glad to talk
to Somebody-anybody!
LYNN MEETS TERRY McNAIR
Besides, he was such a person
able young man with a shock of
curly brown hair and a deep tan.
How about a drink" he sug-
gested.
No, thanks" Lynn felt this
had gone far enough.
She was lonely, but after all
Mrs. Warren would be along to
call for her shortly.
The young man seemed to ignore
her heSitancy.
Il suppose I should introduce
myself. I'm Terry McNair."
He waited expectantly for Lynn
to speak, but the name meant moth.
ing to her. She had no time to
read the Palm Beach society col,
umns. There was an awkward
pause.
I'm Lynn Morrow" Lynn told
him finally.
Let me drive you home"
Il have friend calling for me. "
The conversation dropped again.
But Terry was persistent.
Come, now, don't freeze me.
Here I've driven by every day this
week hoping to see you. You were
here last Thursday, you know"
Yes"
I'm really a nice guy. I like
your looks, thought you'd be nice
to talk to-" He leaned toward her
eagerly, pleased with amazing
gold-flecked brown eyes.
"Am ~" Lynn's pert little nose
I was enhancing, McNair decided.
Not as nice as I thought"