The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1937-03-12

me. You have way with you, Jim.
Will you do it, Jim?"
Perhaps" he replied. eff it's
possible. If there is an opportuni-
ty." He sat erect behind the wheel.
"Have you any idea how long we've
been talking?"
"Hours!" Cecily's laugh was gay
and friendly. you've been very
patient and polite. Is that really
daylight? Is it morning?"
"It is. The ROSTERS are about to
crow"
Cecily was out of the roadster
before he could open the door.
'Thank you" She stood beside
him for a moment. In the pale
gray light her face was weary but
peaceful. II can't tell you how
grateful I am"
Goodnight" Jim's voice was
brusque.
Goodnight. For a moment her
hand lay on his arm in a friendly
iiitlillotC SSoIdl L VI q lllOllICItL
he breathed the spring like fra
GRANGE of the perfume she used.
For moment there was between
them mutual understanding and re-
spect, friendliness-And something
more disturbing. Jim was aware
of it. Did she feel it, too? He
wasn't sure. When she spoke again,
her voice was gentle, little
drowsy, soft as caress.
81 am grateful, Jim," she said.
cts nice to have found friend.
d-night-good-m
Jim stood beside the sedan wait
ing for Mr.. Vaughn who was stroll
ing about the lawn with MacPher-
son discussing the planting to be
done in the fall. 1t was murky
August morning, likely to be hot
when the sun burned through the
mist. Jim hoped that the expedi-
ton with Mr.. Vaughn would not be
long one. Already he felt uncom-
Portable in the riding breeches and
camels hair coat that he wore when
he chauffeured the family. If he
had accepted IGNORES invitation,
he would be on Long Island today.
The station wagon careened
around the turn in the drive that
led from the garage. Tommy, at
the wheel, was bound for his morn
ing session with Mr.. Jordan in the
village. He saw Jim and came to
lurching stop, got out, walked
over to the sedan.
"Hey, Jim!" he said in a eau
tious whisper. "Have you got them
YETI"
Them? Oh, yes. The letters Tommy
had written Dolly. Jim assumed a
grave expression.
'Not yet" he said.
Tommy's face clouded.
do you think she will make
fuss?'
II don't know" Jim took the lib
erty of quoting Tommy. "You know
how women are"
Tommy considered that for a mo-
ment in gloomy silence. Presently
he said, eff she should, what would
you advise? mean you've been to
college and all. What would you
do, Jim?"
GIVE never been sued for breach
of promise. Look here, old man.
You've got me all wrong"
"But if you had," Tommy per-
sisted. eff you were me, what would
you do?"
Jim glanced away across the
lawn. His lips were beginning to
witch into a smile.
"Well, then, if 1 were you," he
replied, after a moment, "I'd work
off those school conditions and get
in solid with your father. Just as
a precaution," he added. "An UNI
brella for rainy day, an ace in
the hole"
Tommy looked disappointed. He
preferred, Jim thought, more spec
tacular measures.
"Good-morning." Mr.. Vaughn's
voice was amiable. His health had
81 CoI1y 4illR1ONC0s 11C 1OOhCO lOSy
and handsome in a linen suit i'm
maculately Numbered. "Where were
you at breakfast" he asked his
son.
81 oversight" Tommy replied
with dignity. 81 studied pretty near
all night and nobody bothered to
call me-" Aware that his fathers
mood was amiable, a plaintive note
crept into his voice. 81 don't see
how ! can be expected to get to
breakfast on time If"
"Or anywhere else," Mr.. Vaughn
cut in, glancing at his watch.
"hrcn't you due at Jordan's at nine
o'clock?"
SIS it later than that?" Tommy's
establishment was elaborate. ''Is it
later than nine o'clock?"
'"Ten minutes past. Better get
going, hadn't your"
eyes, SIR"
''Know your lessons?"
"Yes, SIR" Tommy's entire atti-
tude was that of an earnest student,
excaDf that the S1ackS and the vel