The Washington times., 1937-12-06

to you. Tell me about yourself"
There's really nothing much to
tell. I'm from Vermont"
II knew there was something I
liked about Vermont"
So went the conversation, about
nothing in particular, but Lynn
was enjoying herself. It had been
so long since she had talked to
any one her own age that it seemed
wonderful, sitting here with nice
young man.
Terry was famous for his small
talk and he did himself proud this
afternoon. He told Lynn he was
waiting for his father to come
from New York with the family
yacht, that his sister was blonde
like Lynn, only not so pretty. And
the admiration in his eyes was
very comforting to lonely girl
of 18.
Time slipped away. She grew
nervous. Mrs. Warren was much
later than usual. Never had Lynn
stayed SO long on the beach on
Thursday. What explanation could
she give if Mrs. Warren saw Mr..
McNair.
Terry, sensing her nervousness,
talked faster. He pretended he
noticed nothing, tried to find out
where Lynn lived. But she was
extremely vague.
The sun was getting low, cast
ing a more golden light on the
palm trees along the boulevard.
Where could Mrs. Warren be'
Mentally, Lynn figured whether
the so cents in her bag would
pay for a taxi.
REFUSES INVITATION
Surely Mrs. Warren would not
leave her stranded here in her
bathing suit!
wish you'd let me take you to
tea; we could walk up to the
Breakers. Wouldn't take us long"
I'm sorry, but I can't today:
maybe some other time"
The minutes dragged. Terry did
his best about tea, but Lynn was
firm. She had already been Teck-
less enough.
"I have some candy in the car,
I'll get it," he said, and jumped
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an insane desire to run away down
the beach, and she hoped fervently
that Mrs. Warren would come
while McNair was at his car. But
she did not.
Terry came back with the candy
and they munched on it. Lynn
was hungry. A cool breeze had
sprung up and Lynn pulled on the
white beach coat which Mrs. War
rem had discarded and given to
her.
Nov look here. Why don't you
let me drive you home? This is
nonsense. Maybe your friend is
held up. You'll catch cold"
Finally, in desperation Lynn
stood up. Her amazing brown
eyes were hard now. AS she spoke
her voice held a deep bitterness
which surprised Terry.
"All right. But I might as well
tell you now. Then you can do as
you want to. I live in a trailer
over in West Palm Beach. I'm q
maid. take care of a trailer and
look after child. I'm a domestic
I think you call it,"
Terry was SpeechleSS. He had
expected almost anything but this,
But he should have known. Thurs
dayS-maids' day out. The public
beach in the afternoon. It seemed
very simple now he knew. Lynn
started up the beach toward the
boulevard.
Terry put his hand on her arm.
so what?" he laughed, and
there was relief in his voice. "You
can be maid for me any time.
Come on. Let's get going. You
won't be any too warm, the tops
down on my car"
Terry grabbed her arm and they
walked off together. He was de-
lighted. She might have turned
out to be one of those Florida
wives" And Terry knew how
difficult that situation would be
at times. They went in silence
to his car. Terry a little abashed
at her stern face.
Past the bridge he maneuvered
his car expertly through the traf.
fic of downtown West Palm Beach.
Lynn began to have misgivings
again about Mrs. Warren. But
why, then, had she left Lynn to
languiSh on the beach?
Lynn instructed Terry now
which streets to take. We7t Palm
Beach meant nothing to him, only
some place to drive through to
get to Palm Beach and his
mothers beautiful oceanside house
there. He'd be late for dinner
again. But it didn't matter. Be
sides. only Helen would be home
to eat.
STRANDED
1t was getting dark when they
came to the trailer camp at the
far side of town.
Let me out here" Lynn
pleaded.
Think I'm going to let you get
away like that? I want to know
where I can find you, young
woman!" He drove on briskly,
turning into the cinder roadway
between the little trailer houses
under the palm trees.
which way now?"
ITO the left" Lynn gave Up.
Mrs Warrar, would have To knnur