The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-02-16
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8, RACHEL MACK

Yesterday: Recovering some
what from the shock of LOSING
Jerry, Polly starts for Dover
while at home in Connecticut he'
relatives face the crisis of her P0
sition.
CHAPTER XII
The Young matrOn whose stage
name had been Marie Miller anu
who now served behind the oal
of the Shcaf OF Wheat Tavern
owned by her husband, was nav,
ing a smell of nerves. She mad
broken half a dozen tumblerS IN
that many days, and when a Gus
toner asked for 4 stein OF stout
she was rs apt to give HIM ale OF
porter.
The reason was. she kept think
inc Of that pair Of young toyerS
she had separated. Il WAS the inst
tine she had ever done I thing
like that. deliberately. \ hal,
dozen men she had Jared into the
clutches of the press gang, for
il paid very well. and who was
NaZic Miller % question the way
the british navy was run? but
never before had she lent her tai
entS to making 4 gin! think her
sweetheart had deserted her.
So today she faced her own soul
and said. I've got to make 1t
right" She meant with the girl.
Let Us now be introduced to
Mazic's husband, common man
and Il mean one, flaShily hand
some and sometimes given to
blackening Mazie's pretty eyes
when annoyed with her. Suffice
it 10 say that Maize had reason to
dread asking the day off of this
lord and master. Yet she did so.
Quite as she feared, he refused,
and so she was compelled to slip
away against his orders.
When she reached the Unicorn
and Crown Tavern (which she re-
gretfuily conceded TO be much
more respectable and pretentiOuS
than the Sheaf of Wheat she
called the landlord aside.
"Mr. Toby she said, you've
got young lady staying here |
must talk to. | don't know her
name, but she's the betrothed
sweetheart. / take IL, of one Jcrc-
miah Whitfield"
The innkeeper scrutinlzcd Maize
more closely. Though she was not
wearing the sky-blue dress, he
now recognized her. why" he
exclaimed accuSingly, you're the
lady he went off with that night.
What have you done with him."
They say he was a dcSerter
from His MajeSty's navy" Maize
explained briefly, land | set a
press gang on him. He didn't go
off of his own accord. He was
carried off. I'd like to explain
that to the girl ! saw him with
you mean Miss Polly Chelsey?
Well. it's too bad you put off
yuvr' explaining so long. She left
go, Dover yesterday. She hopes
to get home to America by way
of France if she can cross the
Channel She had no plans when
she left here"
"She'S an American, you say?
And she's gone? Oh. my,
What was her state of mind, Mr..
Toby"
For several days, Miss, she
seemed fairly crushed. Took to
her bed and refused food. But
all Of a sudden, like, she revover-
ed. As my wife says, she seemed
as hard as nails, tossing her head
and acting like she hadn't a care
to her name"
"Oh, the poor creature" Maize
exclaimed. She could read Polly
ChelScy'S behavior very readily.
II was prompted, she guessed, by
a proud hurt heart that seeks to
hide its wounds. She asked an
xiOu;ly, "Do you know where |
could find her in Dover, Mr..
Toby"
ono. Miss. ThoI"h she'd doubt
less 20 To u decent tavern. Yes,
that's likely what she'd do"
Well" said Maize, Il must do
what | can. ! must write a letter
and leave it for ynu to give the
coach driver i'm the morning. Hen
her who wouldn't.
He'll know where ne put her off
with her trunk. Here's four shiI-
lings 90 pay him for his trouble.
Tell the coach driver. Mr.. Toby"