The Washington times., 1937-12-09

moment he felt himself weaken.
Then he called himself all kinds
Of fool.
II hope all this will be a lesson
for you-"
will you not talk to me any
more? But I'll be glad to remain
here tonight" She opened Helen
McNair'S expensive evening bag,
and took out the 50-cent piece.
"This is all the money have in
the world. I stay here because I
cannot help myself. That's ALL"
Austin, still smiling unbeliev.
ingly, bowed.
Good night" He left her for
a moment, and came back fol.
lowed by a black uniformed maid.
Lynn went with her too weary to
quarrel any more.
Good night" said Austin. Lynn
barely answered, was careful not
to look in his direction. Then she
was gone.
After she left, Austin stood for
a long time at the windows look.
ing out into the beautiful Florida
night. Then he shrugge d,
stamped out his cigarette and
went to join his mother, to tell
her Of the amusing incident.
Lynn, in the meantime, stood
in the middle of the beautiful
green bedroom to which the maid
had led her. Tears filled the girls
eyes. She turned to the woman
appealingly.
"Will you help me?"
Certainly, mademoiSelle."
mo, I mean really help me. I'm
in trouble. I can't stay here"
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why not, mademoiselle?" The
maids voice tried to be soothing.
There is no reason why you
shouldn't. This happens often.
You are perfectly safe here,
though" The maid heSitated
"You see, the women just won't
let Mr.. Wild alone, madamoiselle. "
"Mr. Wild?"
That's what they call Mr.. Aus.
tin"
"oh. That will be ALL" You
might have thought Lynn had
been accustomed to a maid ser
want all her life. The maid bowed,
waited for tip.
Il cannot give you a tip. I am
sorry. I have no money"
Il did not mean that, mademoi.
selle. You'll find everything you
want, think, on the dressing
table and in the clothes closet.
Goodnight, mademoiselle." And
the maid went off shaking her
head at the ways of the young
women Of today.
Lynn stood there for long time
after the maid left. Then she went
slowly over and looked at herself
in the mirror. Did she look like an
adventures? Lynn saw her own
Smoldering eyes and they startled
her. The lovely white frock
Knocked her, and she slipped it off
impatiently.
When she went to the clothes
closet she saw that several dresses
were hanging there. With sudden
determination she chose one of
glngham, which she was sure cost
little, and she found some white
low-heeled sandals. She put on
the simple frock and went over
and looked at herself again.
There, Mr.. Wild" She said
aloud, sticking out her tongue as
she spoke.
That seemed to relieve her feel.
lngs for a little, but soon she
dissolved into tears again. She
went to the tall window and
looked out. Her room gave out
toward the ocean and it lay there
shimmering in all the splendor of
the moonlight.
But what did it mean to her?
Il can't stay here!" She turned
suddenly. 1t could not be so
terribly late. Not more than mid.
night. She looked again out into
the night. She could get back to
West Palm Beach somehow. Then
what? How could she get back to
New York? And if she did?
ESCAPE
Lynn paced up and down the
room for a while. It seemed to be
smothering her. She opened the
door out into the hall. All was
quiet. No matter what happened,
she was going! She got the so
cents out Of Helen's purse, put it
carefully in her pocket. Then she
went to the desk and wrote a
note:
please see that this frock and
bag are returned to Helen McNair.
Thank you" That was all.
She put the note and the
garments on the bed, walked to
the door and tiptoed quietly out,
BreathlesSly she went down the
polished stairway. There was a
light in the central hall but
nobody was about. The front door
was open. Once out on the front
lawn she turned and shook her
fist toward the great pile Of a
house. Then in a panic she
started running across the smooth
turf.
She was quite sure nobody had
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