Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-10-01
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HELEN WELsHIMER
CHAPTER 80

THE BOLANDS had a dog, a
long-haired Dachshund, which be-
longed to Abbey Now and then
the dog was permitted in the house
but no one paid much attention to
him. Judy remembered him that
Christmas morning, and asked the
stable man if she might take him
for walk.
= Ronald, amused, liking dogs,
seconded the motion.
They walked through the white
woods. Sometimes they were to-
'gether. More often single file
with the dog going ahead, CRATE
full for attention. They said little.
Maybe Ronald's hand helped Judy
over a fallen log. Maybe he
laughed as she cleared it Of her
own volition.
They sat on a stile and talked
while the clear blue air grew
darker with the swift coming of
December night.
Ronald mentioned case which
he must try, one which had been
Page One news for weeks. He
went into the intricacies of law,
and Judy, understanding little of
it, listened eagerly, eyes shining.
He asked her advice about some
;draperies he was choosing for the
modest apartment into which he
was moving. He mentioned a play
he had seen, book he had read.
Finally, he broke off to say:
"Judy, it rests me to talk to you.
You're the best listener I've ever
found"
''Is that a compliment 2"
"Decidedly! Most women want
to tell you how they have shone,
where they have been. They don't
understand that man pre-sup-
poses that. He wants an audi
ence."
(Sit in the gallery and applaud,
Judy. He'll talk a while longer
thenD
But there was one question she
wanted to ask, and presently she
did: Ronald, where did your peo-
pie hail from? How did they get
into the mountains 2"
He laughed. $50 that puzzles
you, too? They were Scotch
Irish. Somewhere around 1900,
when a good king, James, sat on
the English throne, he issued a
command that the weavers of his
kingdom had to bear heavy tax
alton unless they lived in merrie
England. So the Scotch-Irish had
to migrate-couldn't live on what
was left when James had passed
the crown for the income tax.
My great grandfather-ren1ove
him enough times to get the
lineage clear-was the younger
son Of an earl. He had gone into
business been almost Ostracized
because of it-so he came to
America with the others. And
they crossed to the mountains.
His strain married and, well, we're
:mountaineers, that's ALL"
For no accountable reason JUDY
felt better. She called herself q
snob for rejoicing that Ronald had
known breeding and prestige some
where in his lineage. After all,
the native Scotch-Irish people
We're as clean, as fine, as morally
sound, as any group that ever had
taken ship to the brave new
Lets not go home for long
time," Ronald was saying with the
gay independence of small boy.
I'm hungry. Could you eat din
ner?"
They found small tea room IN
1.-The heart of the white forest, and
the proprietor offered to have his
wife prepare dinner since tea and
toast did not satisfy the two hum
cry callers.
There was a slice Of ham, a
golden brown color. There were
hot biscuits and honey, home fried
potatoes, cottage cheese, a salad
OF crisp lettuce. tomatoes and GU
sclnabers. and q mince pie for
dessert. The dog fed lavishly,
too.
In the moonlight they started
to retrace their path, but the
forest was dark and they had to
hunt the main road. They were
trudging along, humming a snatch
ct one carol, now another, when a
ear drew up.
Abbey's voice called: "Say, you