The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-04-24
b. MARION WHITE
cASr or cuApACTERS

CAST OF CHARACTERS
JOAN BARRETT. heroine, sec
rotary to John Hendry.
JOHN HENDRY, mining invest
ment head.
BoB ANDREWS, Hendry', ju-
nior partner and Joan's fiance.
SYBH. HENDRY, socialite. John
Hendry's niece and Joan's rival in
love.
PHILIP HENDRY, SYPHILIS bro
Their.
DOROTHY STARSE, Joan's
girlhood friend.
CHARLES NORTON, California
mining promoter.
Yesterday: joan refuses to mar
ry Bob because of a secret in her
life, and Sybil, learning of this,
plots to bare that secret.
Yesterday: Joan looks back on
her haunted past and prays that
Bob will never learn her secret.
CHAPTER "
The tiny Green Hills bungalow
of John Ware Hendry bore little
testimony to the fact that its own
er was one of the cOuntry's most
outstanding specialists in mining
securities. II was u simple sin
room. white frame Cape Cod cot
tagc, with green blinds and a
green roof. and innumerable tiny
windows To gather in the sunshine.
a green lattice-work across the
front OF the house promised, even
i'm the temporary chill Of this early
spring afternoon, that rambler
roses were only temporarily dor
mant. IL was the sort Of house
to welcome a happy young bride.
Thirty years before 1t had done
just that John Hcndry, a young
man then, with an overwhelming
abundance Of happiness and hope
and ambition, had brought his
Nancy there. straight from their
simple wedding ceremony at the
church. II was John Hendry's
first home.
He had grown up in a proSpcc-
tors tent on the desert; as a
young man he had sought his for
tune in mining camps, from the
bleak wastes of the klondike 10
the burning jungles Of Mexico. So
the little white house in the new
community of Green Hills was the
elimination of a life'S longing.
No two people had ever been
happier than he and Nancy were
that first year. The house echoed
the lit of Nancy's song and the
biz boom of Johns hearty laugh
ter. In front of the fireplace,
nestled in each others arms, they
wove their dreams. Life promised
much. And they had love.
In the spring. Nancy planned
the lattice work, and John himself
nailed the strips 30 wood together
and painted them green. Then,
after they had planted the young
rose bushes in the warm earth,
watered them and tucked IN the
roots, Nancy had whispered: 81
wonder which will grow the fast
est, John-the roses, or our little
John, rs soon as he gets here :"
Year after year. the roses grew
and budded and bloSSOmed, but
before the end of that very first
year. little John and Nancy had
gone together, and big John was
left alone in the white cottage.
He never thought Of leaving it.
As his fortune grew, his friends
wondered why ne continued his
solitary existence in the house
where death had robbed him of so
much. His Younger brother came
To Green Hills and built the most
elaborate home in the entire COM
munity, but John, who had made
the money which paid for his bro
theirs fine house, stayed on in
the little white cottage and put
tered among the rose bushes.
There was Abraham Lincoln
Jones, lovable old colored man
who was cook and hOusekeeper
and gardener and handy-man, all
rolled into one, and within the
tiny house contentment reigned.
On the sunny day it even SEEM
ed TO reflect contentment as Sy-
bill Hendry drew her smart green
roadster up To the curb. But there
was no answering warmth in Sy-
bills heart. Ii she felt the house
at all, she resented it as a cheap
little shack. housing a stubborn
old man who insisted upon re-
manning crudely Indifferent to
social advantages.
She looked at il only to assure
herself that it harbored no guests
ut the moment. Her uncle had
planned quiet Sunday dinner,
with Just Philip and her and Bob
Andrews. But shortly before the
dinner hour, Sybil had pleaded a
sudden illness. She knew Joan
Barrett had stayed overnight ut
the Inn: Bob would bring her to
dinner, of course. And Sybil could
not force herself To see them to-
gethcr.
She got out of the car and walk
ed toward the house. BOb'S car
was not i'm the driveway along
side the porch. Evidently they had
left shortly after dinner. Through
the wide front windows she saw
her uncle sitting in front of the
fireplace. reading.
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The front door, aS usual, was
uplatchcd. and she entered with
out ringing.
Hello, UGcl" John"
He looked up from his book and
smiled a greeting. Hello, Sybil,
my dear; Feeling better