The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-02-05
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Yesterday: Unweleome in her
yreat-unele's house since the dec
iaration of war, Polly seeks to
f;nd Jerry Whitfield: --r
By RACHEL MACK

iaration of war, Polly seeks to
find Jerry Whitfield: "
CHAPTER "
Jerry Whitfield, who had sworn
TO his New England mother that
he would not drink strong liquor,
sat in the Unicorn and Crown
Tavern TRYING to drown his trou-
bles in mug of ale. Those trou-
bles were as follows: ne was was
caught on the wrong side of the
Atlantic when America was gong
To war; and ne had seen Tor a
moment and lost again IN the log
a tall brown-haired Yankee &lrI
who had appealed to him with
fight in her eyes. >, CT.
He looked up to see old Ch't
Wheeler reckoning TO him tur-
tiyely from the doorway Of the
inn. He got up and folIowc"
Chef outside.
Get your clothes together m
hurry, ladn' the old sailor whlS-
pered hoarsely. We're going to
Dover by coach. Down at the
wharves | Scraped acquaintance
with a Scotch smuggler. hall
French, that says hel take us
across the Channel. He's got
fishing craft called the Sea Ser
pent that works out of u cove be
tween Dover and Deal and he puts
in at 4 fishing town near CALAIS
He calls himself John Mclean or
Jean elite, accOrdin' to where
he's Standin'."
"Well, now" Jerry dcmurrcd.
whats the matter with you,
lad? | thought you'd jump at the
chance. Amt it good enough for
YOU" c.,
jerry shifted before old Chefs
gaze. ITS good enough for me.
ne said, but How could he
tell this practical old seaman that
the girl they had seen that morn
ing was haunting him?
ibid you have in mind shippin
on somethin' fancicr?' inquired
Chef. IF you have, you'd better
find il yourself. Try to, that is.
1t was then that the girl came
toward them. She was walking
rapidly and her eyes were fixed
on the sign of the Unicorn and
Crown. In her arms she carried Il
little mongrel dog.
Jerry went toward her, and
when she saw him she stopped IN
her tracks. Her face lighted in
way to quicken his pulse. "Oh"
she said. "It's you! / can't tell
you how glad ! am"
You mean you were looking
for me?"
"Yes. | had to find you again.
I'm Polly Chelsey from Connect
cut and I've Just run away from
old Mr.. Darts house in Hempill
street because he hates Ameri-
cans He's my great-uncle, but he
doesn't claim me. . Do you re-
member seeing me this morning"
Eyes, / looked for you after
you ran away, but not i trace.
My names Jerry whitfield"
81 know. ! heard him call you
that" She inclined her head to-
ward Wheeler who was making
elaborate pretense of studying the
sky.
Jerry asked, "Are you the
daughter to Trepid Chelsey who
lost the brig Proud Lyme off Nan
tucket few years back"
Eyes. That's my father"
Then you're my cousin, Polly
Chelsey,-Far distant, mean"
Jerry added hastily while his eyes
paid ardent homage. my moth
er's got Chelsey blood. We live
in Massachusetts, Newburyport."
Chef Wheeler cleared his throat,
after which old Chef said pointed
ly: We're just leaving London,
Miss. Jerry and me. We're TAX
ing coach for Dover"
"Oh-h-h," said Polly in small
forlorn voice.
"Can she go with u.s." Jerry
asked Chef.
''No! i had to fight for two
passages as it was. Get to France
yourself, lad. Then send for her. "
Jerry looked hard at Chef
Wheeler. "I'n not leave her
stranded here" he said. The two
seamen understood each other as
well as if they had argued for
hours. Jerry Whitfield would stay
on, knowing that every hour that
passed must make more precari-
Gus the life of an American sailor
in London. They shook hands and
parted, old Chef looking as sour
as if picked in brine.
Jerry took Polly into the tavern
where he was able to engage a
small room overlooking the stable
yard. He explained to the inn
keeper, Mr.. Toby: II will use that
room. My cousin here, Miss Polly
Chelsey, will take my former
room. Send up fresh linen and
have the room cleaned for her.
Wen have our supper there for
privacy, if you can serve us. Miss
ChelSey has a little dog with her
He'll want bones"
Soon they were together in the
inn room that had been Jerry's
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