The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-09-10
CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XI
 There was no beating about the bush with Linda. Whats this about Golden Toyq" she asked, the instant she greeted Bruce Radford on the hotels meSsanino,
 "FirSt-my thanks to you" His shoulders straightened; lac looked her squarely in the eye, A change had come over him; he seemed soft no longer,
 SThanks--for whNt2" she asked
 "For waking me up,"
 i, "How--waking you upp"
 Again he grlnned with head held high. "When l phoned yor yesterday--found you were writ ing your head of, well'--his eye' brows raised Q moment--"t res membored we were competitors again. I guessed you were going Go put your yarn on the wire beat mo to publication, Rlght7' "lt turned out thaV way, Bruce but you had fair warning" sht answered In low tones,
 q walked out of that telephone booth. went to work and funny, but telegraph people dc talk sometimes at 3 0, m. when filed my Man O War yarn, the operator said he'd Just sent an' other such yarn Into New York Yoursp"
 She nodded. Reached out, took his hand. "Sit down here" Sht drew him to Q couch hNlf-hid ir the shadows. I'm glad, Bruce that you came to bat, Our yarn' will be printed the same week I--T didn't want to scoop you because of what you did foi unele," she looked up into hi' eyes,
 "What did I do'" he asked inno' gently. . ''You gave him back q batel os notes you could have collected, sAOh that" he shrugged shoul' ders, as If it were nothing. deserve no thanks; l was carrying out 0 dead mans wishes. Unelt gave em to mo his last week when he knew he was going Said"--his face sobored "MiStel Sandy had lent him the none, thAt had started him toward for tune. Uncle was granite -- on th, outside. But inside"
 Pure gold" Linda finished 1 fee him. He nodded, NS if afrai' to speak for A moment, Then uncle told mo he had left ono lbs note downtown, for mo to get il He died that night; the trust com pany beat me Co his desk Fount h. I talked to them -- finally yelled and cussed -- but the' wouldn't give it up, So they called Mister Sandy in. 1 couldn't stol 'em-" His voice tralled of.
 Bruce, you were Q peaehl"
 Impulsively, she leaned over; heI lips touched his check lightly, HI face famed red. "Aw, sayl" h' mumbled, embarrassed He got [, his feet. Crowned down at her, "'' was going to say something abou Golden Toy, wasn't 19"
 she nodded up at him,
 "Just this" ho put his arm akimbo Q moment, T know Browi oDnald. You don't -- waitl" H. spoke quickly, dropping his arms as her face grew tense. Jus want to say, if the two of yo' can't agree-on anything-sueh a' --as-whether to make Q leppe or . fiat-runner out of him"
 "fIe's 0 fiat-runner," she Sait quickly.
 "Ail right. Then If you bust ul about the color of the cheese il the moon--well, I've got 80 cent or so. I'll buy his share; and le you campaign him, while l write Fair enough2"
 She shook her head. "Therel be no trouble between us," Sh' got up. Donald and I-every' things lovely"
 He looked at her quizzically Lovely2" he repeated,
 She nodded. I'm driving tt Berwyn this afternoon-to sec to- nnorrow's cup race"
 "Oh!" He bit his lips. "Well be seeing you at the Downs. Go ing to make my headquarters 1T Louisville for a spell, Slongl"
 He walked of, without looking back. She heard him chatter dowr the marble steps
 Before nightfall she came to ( community of large estates; owned not by native horse folk, but by mil lionaires who set themselves up 1T the English tradition: with hunting lodges, private steeplechase course: behind well-guarded walls
 She even found an inn con- ducted by a prim English woman who insisted on serving "a cup oi tay" Gas she called iD the mo- ment Linda entered for the night MT. Brown Donald? The spin ster's bloodless lips pursed an in- stant. "Perchance he may be reached. Shall you be sending a note?"
 Long shadows had fallen over the rolling hills when Brown Donald in white stock, light sports
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