The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-12-12

through the formality of introduc-
tions. Sally extended her hand.
Another gracious gesture. But
one that this boy Reynolds ac-
copied coldly. Then he inclined
his head briefly, mumbled some
small amenity, swung on his skis,
glided away.
What did l tell you?" Corey
said at Sally's side. His hand
some face wore a wide grin.
why, he's the rudest person |
ever saw" Sally's face was
flushed, her dark eyes dangerous
| ly bright. Then she shrugged her
dainty shoulders beneath the
bulky warmth of her plaid parka,
the hooded, wind-proof packet of
her smart skiing outfit, turned to-
ward the others. Imagine any
one who's so courageous on top of
mountain, running away at the
foot of one. What a great big he
man our would-be Olympic cham
pion is, after all! Did he think |
would bite?"
This got a laugh, as she hSd
hoped it would. Someone explain
ed that Reynolds actually was
afraid of anything in skirts" for
all his bravery and skill. Though
I'll bet Sally could tame him, l"
Fudge Wylie, another of COrey's
fraternity brothers, and another
ardent admirer of Sally's claimed.
"Il ltake you up on that Sally
said coolly, with a little proud
toss of her head. Her heart beat
hard with anger and determina-
ton. Its a double dare, Fudge.
For Corey's in on it, too, I'm
sure" She turned to him her
dark eyes dancing now. CHECK,
Corey, my lad?"
Check" He nodded solemnly.
That was their phrase to seal
bargain. No..
"Well then" Sally said, elf
we're going to get started for the
two-hour climb up that hill, sup
pose you fasten my Surroundings a
bit tighter and we'll get gong.
But Sally was not thinking of
skiing. Her pretty head already
was outlining campaign that
promised more thrill and excite
ment than conquering a mountain.
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CHAPTER IL.
The Ski-Rest, perched high like
a crows nest ntop of the noun
tain, was packed with red-cheek-
ed. bright-eyed youngsters dress
ed in sweaters and Knockers and
snow suits, woody mittens and
heavy boots. A big fire roared at
each end of the long, log room in
the huge stone fireplaces. The
smell of smoke and wax mingled
with the more tantaIllzlng fra
GRANGE of coffee and hamburgers.
The record machine sang out one
gav dance tune after another in
rapid succession challenging the
chaff and chatter that rose all
around. Outside the thermometer
registered Is below and there
was a bitter wind, but within was
warmth and coziness and laugh
ter.
GLOW come you're not entering
anv of the women's events,
SaIIy?" Babe Fairchild, plump,
doll-faced blond whose nickname
suited perfectly, asked the ques-
ton that all of the gang" had
been hesitating to put. Every
one thought, as Queen of the
Carnival, you'd put the rest of US
gals in our places on skis and
skates" ,o,,
"Why should you think that?"
Sally asked. Her dark eyes, be-
meath long curling lashes, were
searching covertly for one partic-
Mar person among all the close
knit groups. PPM not that good.
| Not nearly good enough, in fact. "
She had her reasons, but she did
not mean to divulge them.
MAYBE Sally's satisfied just to
be Queen this year," Fudge re-
marked, coming calamity to her
rescue. Sally might not be able
to see him for dust, which was no
small wonder with Corey paying
her such open homage, but Fudge
wouldn't give up hope until the
last gun. "What'd you mean not
good-enough? You're plenty super
when it comes to any sport, my
love-"
Don't you wish she were your
loye?" Corey tainted, winking
broadly. He pulled his chair bit