The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-04-25
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Joyce MINER, heroine; she
took an Easter Cruise. I,
Dick HAMILTON, hero; ne
bumped into the heroine.
ISoBEL PORTER, traveller; she
sought a mate.
Yesterday: Joyce realizes al
last that she really loves Dick
but for the moment she does not
admit it.
CHAPTER XVII
In the afternoon they hired a
car and drove across the island
to the little town of Port Antonio.
Every mile was picturesque: here
the road was a narrow trail, wind
ing I'D a mountainside where they
could look down into the valley
and follow the course of rip
ping river cascading over rocky,
falls; in other spots it followed
the shore line, curving in horse
shot fashion around some little
blue-green inlet of the sea, Dor
dered by tall coconut palms bent
toward the waters edge by the
force of hurricane winds.
At Port Antonio the road was
high above the water; the harbor
was a deep blue lagoon almost
encircled by high hills of verdant
palms and palmettos, and gleam-
ing white ships lay at anchor up
on the bright water, catching the
rays of the sun in their brass
trimmings.
Only one event married the per-
lection of the day. Returning
along a different route, they
rounded a bend and stopped sud
denly, to see the road ahead en-
tirely buried under an avalanche
of loose dirt and rocks. But THEN
driver, a bright young colored
lad, who combined chauffeurine
in the afternoon with the study
of medicine at the college in the
morning and evening. Gained
their fears. They would not be
late getting back to the ship, he
assured them, he knew a detour,
not half a mile away.
Despite the detour, which took
them four miles out of their way,
they were back at the wharf a
full half hour before the Empress
was scheduled to sail. And to
Joyce's quick delight, the water
front was still crowded with VEN
doris. Their stocks seemed but
slightly depleted, and many of the
other passengers were engaged in
last-minute shopping.
Sc realized, with sudden pang,
that this was the end of her for
eign travel. From Kingston the
Empress would sail to Miami. and
thence to New York. But Miami
was no quaint tropical village.
There the shops would feature
the same smart novelties that she
could pick up along Fifth ave-
nue.. On the entire cruise, she
had bought nothing but the set of
dishes this morning. Aunt Martha
would grunt and frown at the
thought of spending good money
for what she might call foreign
junk, but nevertheless she'd like
some of the beads, to offer at the
newt church bazaar, with a su-
perior explanation: "My niece,
YOU know. bought them in the
West Indies"
So she bought beads: vivid.
colorful strands, some made of
dyed seeds and pods, some of
carved fish bone Sharks back
bone, the native boys told her, to
make the sale more exciting) &,
some of a jet-black glass, which
looked far more expensive than
the one shilling they cost. She
bought an enormous hand-woven
straw hat, which Aunt Martha
could wear about the garden
while spraying June bugs off the
rambler roses; she bought bright
baskets for mending and market
ing.
For heavens sake" Dick COM
planned. "where are you going to
put all this?"
ooh, I'll find a place." she re-
piled vaguely, hurrying toward a
pile of the wicker furniture, from
whence she added two small ia
bles and a rocking chair to her
collection.
THERE she said with salts
faction. al think I've got enough"
"I'll say it's enough. If you
have any idea of walking through
the Grand Central station loaded
down with this"
"Dick, lookw She laid a detain-
ing hand on his arm, indicating
with a quick nod the three men
who were coming down the wharf
toward them.
"Why, it's Gregory" he ex-
claimed, following her direction.
A very different Mr.. Gregory