The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-12-21
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SKIS THE LIMIT s ss'' :s:%ss ~:
BY ADELAIDE HUMPHREYS

her that Corey's answer would
make her heart start humping
madly and offer the solution to
her problem.
at was Reynolds" Corey said.
Limp and all " Corey did not
mean to be callous or poke fun.
! He merely endeavored to be
amusing. II hardly could believe
my eyesight at first. Thought
/ maybe ia had one snifter too
many. Had just left the Mandar-
in bar. But no, it was old Danny
I in person. pulled up at the curo
and offered to give him a lift.
"He was the wonder on skis.
wasn't he" Babe asked. Sort OF
Greek good with a Barrymore,
profile and touch-me-not ar.
He was the guy who saved
Sally'S neck" Fudge put in. lie
made a gesture as though cutting
off his own neck with an mag
mary and magnificent flourish.
What in heck is Reynolds doing
in our fair city? Thought he
hailed from upstate in the back
woods somewhere. He had to drop
out of college after his accident,
you know. ,..o,
Did you give him lift?'
Sally asked. They did not know
how their light remarks struck
home, bringing the warm color in
TO her cheeks, a sharp pain in her
breast. .
Corey shook his head. ale
wouldn't let me-" he said. "ln-
sisted he preferred to hoof 1t,
even though he had a bag leg"
do you have to keep harPing
on that?" Sally broke in. Her
dark eyes flashed. She pulled
away from Corey, whose arm cir
cled the back of the couch on
which they were sitting. She got
up and crossed the recreation
room to shut off the interminable9
record machine. This eternal
racket makes my head ache" she
explained. 1t had been a gay
dance tune and it made Sally's
heart ache, as well.
"Wen, I'll be -" Corey NUT
tered. He simply could not under
stand Sally lately. She must have
the filters over something. Maybe
she still felt she was to blame
for Reynolds smashup. When
was silly. 1t was just the break
some people got. Sally ought 10
know that. -
He pulled himself up from, the
couch, too. went over to her. See
here, Sally my sweet" he lowered
his voice, you aren't taking tins
on your slender shoulders, are
you?- Reynolds bad luck, ] mean.
He'd be a heel if. he held it
against you. And you'd be one If
you let him." !
,"He wouldn't hold that against
me-" Sally returned. What Dan
held against her went . much
deeper. But she did not want
Corey, or any of the others, to
know how much that mattered to
her. She picked up pingpong
racket, served ball neatly over
the net. my shoulders are broad
enough to take what's coming to
me-" she told Corey. Even
though / am just a party gal-on
the surface"
It was then the answer to her
problem as to how she was to get
to see Dan presented itself to her.
(Which reminds me-" she raised
her voice so that the rest of the
young people could hear, Pm
throwing a party Saturday night.
To round off the spring vacation
festivities. Incidentally Saturday
also happens to be my birthday,
so all of you are herewith mvit-
ed" This was greeted with a
shout of approval from everyone,
during which Sally again lowered
her voice, and turned to Corey.
81 want you to do something
for me. AS a special favor" she
/ dimpled at him. 81 want you to
promise you'll bring Dan Reynolds
to my birthday party, Corey"
"I'll do that little thing-since
you put it that way" Corey said
lightly. But he saw through Sally
now. She had taken the blame
for Reynolds accident upon her
own shoulders. Unless he missed
mis- guess, which usually came
close, there was even more to it
than that. "I'll bring Dan along
all right" Corey said. He, too,
picked up a pingpong racket.
Come on, my sweet. Ill beat
you at this game" .-..-....
And he would beat her-or
anybody else-at any other. For
Corey Porter felt he had no
rivalry to fear from Dan Reyn-,
olds, who could never amount to