The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-05-01
MARION WHITE


rotary to John Hendry.
JOHN HENDRY, mining in
vestment head.
BOB ANDREWS. Hcndry's ju'
nior partner and Joan's 6anee.
SYBIL HENDRY, soeialite'
John Hendry's piece and Joan'
rival in love.
PHILIP HENDRY. Sybili
brother.
DOROTHY sTARKE, Joan's
girlhood friend.
CHARLES NORTON, califor-
MIA mining promoter:
Yesterday: Joan, hopeless and
defeated, decides to flee New
York. Meanwhile, the exultant
Sybil telephones Philip to rush on
to Seattle.
CHAPTER X
After a minute or two, Joan's
telephone ceased to ring. She
breathed easier in the silence that
filled the room. There was still
much to do. Plans to make.
1t was fortunate that she had
almost $500 in the bank. She
would draw it out in the morning.
1t would take care of her until
she found another job.
A few days before, she had
planned more pleasant ways OF
spending it. To buy lingerie
luxurious and shimmering. Table
linens and dish towels-the begin
ming of a hope chest. And a smart
new travelling outfit, the sort that
would look we'll on the "Queen OF
Berumda"-a honeymoon ensem'
Bile
Bob's photograph stood on the
bureau. She took it up tenderly,
caressingly, and as she looked in
to the clear, smiling gray eyes
her own filled with tears. Tonight
she vas cutting the last tie that
bound them. In the morning she
would be out of his life forever
Forever. There could be no dream
of meeting him again. Not ever
no matter how many long years
dragged into the future.
The same cold Fate which hat
taken her father from her mother
was forcing Bob out of her mr.
now. She, too, must tread me-
path alone, her heart slowly with
ering within her breast. Like he
mother, she too, would reap he
final reward in lonely room, de
serted and forgotten
"Goodby, Bob she whispered
"Goodby, my dearest :"
She leaned against the wall, tn
picture clutched to her heart, an
tears streamed down her cheeks.
It was q knock on her door
sharp and imperative, which re
called her to the present. Firs
the phone, now the door
Who could it be?
For a moment she stood there
thinking of escape. But there wa
no point in pretending to be out
the light in her room shone Drigh'
w over the transom. Whoeve
was outside would know she wa
at home. :, ,
JOAN A voice called bright
". "Joan Barrett" -,
Joar opened the door. Doroth
Starke came into her room. ,,
"Joan! You didn't answer tn
nbono Int the room-clerk say
you come in Joan, what's IN
trouble" 1,
Dorothy looked around tn
room, at the two bags ready 10
flight, into the empty closet be
yond. -
"Joan-you weren't going,
Slowly Joan sank down on tn
bed, and when she spoke, ne
voice was hollow. "They didn'
know about me, Dorothy. | coul'
not over face them now -.
Dorothy sat down beside, he,
and nut an arm about her Shout
ders. JOAN" she said sincerely
"you don't think I'd tell them, d.
YOU? Oh, my dear, please don
think that of me. B" :.
ut wouldn't be your fault
Dorothy, Sybil asked"
"Sybips frost-bitten tabby,
Dorothy snapped. "lf you were
Rluebeard's sister, | wouldn't CIV
her the pleasure of knowing, it
Oh, Joan, trust me, please
Don't run away from this"
81 must, Dorothy. You don
understand :. $500,
Dorothy reached over and too
the picture which Joan still he'll
against her. "You love him, don
you Joan" 80. L,,.
given choked in her throat Du
eyes. -. Al o,,,,
walk out like this, without wore
of explanatory" :.
Duly Joan shook her head.
couldn't expect him to feel Tn
same toward me :. -
"You rather have him eat NJ
: heart out in uncertainty" Dorc
!, thy persisted, disregarding Joan
Words S You'd rather have hir
waste his life searching for you
following you over the world u
these mad flights? 49,
"He could forget me-" Joan re
: piled weakly. 49,. Liz,
care you going to forget MIN
: as soon as you leave here"
"Forget Bob? Tears sPran
ofresh TO Joan's eyes. Forge
him." she repeated. GAS long a
i've there'll never be momen
when I won't be longing for him
There'll never be night that
WON'T shut my eyes dreaming o
: him. Oh, Dorothy, he's been tn
greatest happiness I've eve
sIea'T bot,s why I can't let thl