The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-04-30
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, always said. "These alibis and
excuses Ball.!
Yet what good would it do to
stand up and face this issue? Mr..
Hendry would be kind, as so many
other men had been kind to her.
As Dorothy Starke's father had
been kind. In the end, however,
their reaction was the same. 1t
was all unfortunate, terribly UNI
fortunate. But what could they
do about it? Her father had MUIR
dered man e.. . at least, the
courts had decided that he had.
The stigma was on her, too. Moth
ing would wash it away. Moth
ing.
No matter how straight and
true she lived her life, the world
would say, nevertheless: Her
father killed Il man. It's III her
blood. too, to kill"
Bob would love her, despite
whatever the world said. She
knew that. She knew that, as she
knew the sun would rise again on
the morrow. He would stand by
her side against the world. liut
deep within his own heart, the
words would ring: "EIcr father
killed a man. It's in her blood,
too. to kill" If they had children,
he would watch them too, with
suspicion and fear, wondering if
the curse had been handed down
to them.
No, she could not ask Bob to
live through that shadow
She took her bags from the
closet, and slowly began emptying
bureau drawers. She did not have
much to pack. Her mother and
she had never acquired the habit
of accommodating things. ,
Where should she 90 this time?
Boston? Somehow she felt afraid
of Boston. It's people were in
terestcd in families and back
grounds: they would ask ques-
tons, too. Philadelphia? Phila-
delphia was the city of Friends.
Surely there would be a place for
her among them =.
With sudden shrillncss. the
telephone on her wall rang. and
its echo tangled through the room,
filling her mind with new dread.
She stood still in the center of
the room, her arms filled with
clothes she had just taken from
the closet. Who would it be?
Who could it be. but Sybil? And
now she did not want to talk to
Sybil. She did not want to cx-
plain, to plead with hef ror un--
Outstanding. She could not feel
safe with her secret locked IN
Svbips breast. For Sybil could
not remain true to a trust; hef
ewes were too cold, too uncom-
promising. She might promise, she
might pledge, but she would keep
the secret only as long as 1t suited
her to do so.
Joan tried to shut her ears to
the phones insistent ringing. She
would not answer it.
1t was not Sybil Hendry, how
! ever. For Bybil, at that moment,
was pacing up and down her own
rose and silver boudoir, waiting;
impatiently for the call she had
put through to Philip in Chicago,
|
Twenty minutes later, her bro
theirs voice came to her across the
miles. :.
"Hello, Philip. Any news in
Chicago"
"Not a thing" His tone was
discouraging. "This is wild
goose chase, Syb. The girl worked
with Ward & Cleaver, all right. l
checked on that. Got good re-
ports on her, too. She lived at a
girls club--the old matron even
remembered her there. But be-
yond that, Pm stuck" ,
SYPHILIS thoughts raced beyond
Chicago. .u at
found out something today. For
get Chicago. Go out to Seattle,
will you? She lived in Seattle
ard went to Eastman high school
there, seven years ago. -.
wait a minute! I'll write that
down. Eastman high school, you
say"
ayes. That gives you something
more definite to work on, doesn't
Iit?" .
81 hope it will. At any rate
you're getting closer to facts
philip, have you enough