The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-03-05


captured and Jerry and Cabel
. Banks have great occasion to re
joiee as they take her over.
CHAPTER XXVIII
Sharp tongued Amanda Pei
who was the villages most influ'
entail woman, knocked determin-
eddy at the Chelsey door, observ-
ing the while that the little house
viii the overhanging second story
has badly in need Of paint.
When the door was opened by
the limping boy, Dick, Mrs. Pell
said with condescension, I've
Dick Chelsey frowncd. He had
Polly's handsome clear-cut fea-
lures, but his eyes were dark and
brooding where Polly's were blue
and open. His shy sensitive man.
ner made him seem younger than
his sister, though he was two
years her senior. Dick disliked
Mrs. Pell and mistrusted her, for
she had been unkind to Polly, but
he could think of no way Of keep
ing the woma nout of the house.
Mrs. Pell, admitted, went quick
ly up the narrow winding stairs
and entered the neat low-ceiling
room that was Polly's chamber.
Polly lay in a maple bed, look
ing pale but triumphant. She wore
a linen night dress trimmed with
ruffles and she was covered over
with white and yellow quilt in
the primrose pattern. She looked,
in fact, much too gay and happy
to suit Mrs. Pell.
you've come to see the baby, l."
Polly said. She thought in flash
how Mrs. Pell resembled Oliver
Darts Mrs. Broggs, only she was
not so kind and amiable. The
baby'S in the cradle, Mrs. Pell:
Lift the blanket and look at him."
Mrs. Pell lifted and looked. She
saw sleeping infant with we'll
formed head and sturdy body.
"Mm-m," she said, and sighed
gustily.
Mrs. Taylor, the midwife, en-
tered on some Grand and spoke
deferentially to the caller. Mrs.
PelPs husband owned a thriving
lumber mill and a large local
store, and Mrs. Taylor had an
overdue account at the latter. SO
had many people in the village:
The past year had been hard
one, with the war and all. Fire
wood had gone up Scandalously
and food was dear. If a woman
dared to buy a pattern of dress
goods or new bonnet she gener-
ally had to charge it and save
silver coins against the day of
paying for it.
you're looking well, Mrs.
Pell," said Mrs. Taylor. THAT
color becomes you" i
"The bolt was bought for me"
replied Mrs. Pell complacently.
"What have you named your
baby, Polly?"
Richard jeremiah" i
Richard jeremiah Chelsey,'
Mrs. Pell, as if consider
ing the euphony of the words.
Polly flushed. Orchard Jere-
miah Whitfield, Mrs. Pell."
"Oh, yes. . Have you heard
from your husband, Polly?' =
"No, Mrs. Pell. It's as | told
you last week. There's no post
lines on the Atlantic ocean," Il
But ships do get into port,
Mrs. Pell ruminated. CHARITY
Parker had a letter from her hus-
band yesterday. He'd posted I'll
when his ship touched ProVl-
dence."
"Oh, did shehave letter." ex-
claimed Polly, wistful and off her
guard.
eyes, she did. And Susan Will
liams has heard from her son
three times the past winter. He's
a great writer ,Silas is, and ltl
looks like he slaways looking out
for way to get letter to his
mother. Silas gave the last one TO
one of the Allen boys to denver
for him."
"Well, everybody can't be. so
lucky" Polly answered defensive
ly. "After all, it's just chance II
you find a wounded sailor oouno
for Lyme" :.
Mrs. Pell chewed her under lip
thoughtfully. Il was talking TO
Liza Ann Williams yesterday. She
said she'd never heard of Amer
leans getting married in France
Did they make out your mar
riage paper in English, Polly! we
got to wondering" i
"No, in French. Do you want
Dick to translate it for you!
Polly was quivering with rage.
Mrs. Pell had repeatedly SHOWN
herself skeptical of her marta.
standing but never before haG Slle
been so insistently prying. HerG Tc
tofore she had contented herSen