The Washington times., 1938-12-02
WI HEN the freighter put in

The Japs were still pound
ing away at China, Franco was
raining down bombs on BARGE
Iona. and the London Times
spoke quantity of trouble III
Irak.
Il hope this doesn't go and ruiz
our nice travel book" 1 said
L hope this doesn't go and ruiz
our nice civilization Bill Stone
echoed. Stone was to do the story;
l was to take the pictures. Tea?
Waiter, two Whistles"
What he meant, and what we
got, was a couple of potheenS, a
sort of Irish moonshine that went
quite heartily with mutton, boiled
potatoes, carrots and broadbeanS
so well, in fact, that it was hard
to understand the uneasineSs with
which people looked twice At
strangers. even in this remote spot
Of southeast Ireland.
AT THE INN
Peat-smoke aSsailed my nostrilS
with an odd nostalgia. A bellbuoy
tolled scoldingly. Through the
window 1 could just make out our
boat steaming away down the
roadstead in the rain.
There she goes I remarked
calling Bills attention to the de-
partinp Nellie B.
Good old Nellie B. he
answered. And here we 60" He
traced an irregular line on a roan
map. "Kinsale. Ought to make It
by nightfall. Population 2 TAT
We made good time in our
rented haunting
There was an inn, the Bulls
Head, run by one Patrick Mulloy
Stone caught quick supper and
made straight for his high bed.
bullying with warmth and softness.
I was restless after the motion OF
the ship and started for a walk.
I felt strangely excited. l hur-
RED across the terrace and The
road, toward the shore, with the
damp wind hurting itself into my
face. Those stories in the papers
must have been pretty much On
my mind, for suddenly I stood
stock still, my scalp tlngllng.
Somewhere near me, in the mist
q voice had tpoken.
Heavens, said the voice again
81 hope 1 haven't frightened you!
I could tell that it came from a
woman in a great coat, with a
white scarf pulled round her head.
I only said good evening"
My breath came easier. I telt
foolish. I'm sorry" I answered
IT must have been in sort Of a
fog" =,
"Sort Of fog" she laughed
and waved her hand in the mist
IT should say we both were-and
are"
What on earth are you doing
out on such a wild night as this?"
asked. It thought I had the ex.
elusive rights to being stupid
enough to run around in this
!. weather"
= You must have just got here, to
Ireland" she said. This country
has a lot of temperament, and
like her wild moods as well as her
gentle ones.
MY name is Roy Stebbins,"
introduced myself I'm American
/ take pictures for a living"
Americana" Her voice hung
oddly on the word. She teached
my arm lightly. I'm so glad to
meet an American"
"Oh, oh, yes, My name is Caro-
line Gay. IL really must &c
back now This damp air, you
know. Perhaps I'll see you again.
Bill Stone was already up and
gone when I woke next morning
I found him at breakfast. AS usual
he was pouring over pile OF maps
pamphlets, newspapers.
Hello" 1 said, glancing around
the Bulls Heads bandbox of a
dining room. Seen any pretty
women?"
mo, he answered, without look.
ing up. How many have you
lost?"
"One," I told him. Very charm
ing and mysterious. I met her last
night"
AT the Captains dinner. sup
pose," he replied ironically, now
that the ship, which didn't carry
women anyway, is nearing Liver.
pool. Or was it in your dreams?"
Bill tossed me a copy of the
Daily Mail.
SERIOUS THREAT
Read what Sir Up-and-At- En-
in the admiralty suggests as a
slogan to keep Londoners cool il
war comes. When bombs drop
don't hop"
I couldn't help laughing.
Go on. laugh" muttered Bill
"This thing is serious. How woulc
you like to have a nice big wal
come along and bust up you
happy life?"
I'm not laughing at that"
said. And as to busting up wha
you call my happy life. just ont
book flop could go a long way
Now this woman I met, Bill. Shr
seems to know the ropes arount
here. Why don't you 49,"
Forget it. will you? he saio
will you shut up about tina
dame, And dust off your religion
We're going to church.
I plodded behind him up tn
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