The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-01-01

had arranged the little demonstra-
tjor-as Linda sometimes suspect
edit Immediately became a pop
Mar gesture. SoOnLinda could not
stem into a public place that some
Lone did not play or sing who Is
Silvia"
But Linda went obediently
about the routine Tony and his
sister planned FOX her. She prac-
ticed her simple little songs with
the orchestra; she tried on the
simDle frocks that Tony had de-
signed for her; she showed her.
self occasionally at the most dis
Greet Of the fashionable amuse-
ment places, always aloof under
Mrs. Campagno's proud chaperon,
age-for being seen seemed to be
part of her job.
And if. when she was tired, she
sometimes felt waves of homesick-
ness for that great shadowy house
where she seemed to have left so
vital q part of herself-even for
that indomitable, proud old wom-
an who was alone there with her
own unhappinesS, Linda deter
minedly beat the feeling down.
Why return, even in magma
ton, to the fire that once had
burned her so unendurably? Bet
ter to remain frozen and anaes-
thetized, except for those few
minutes each night when she came
10 life in song.
One evening, however, her un-
eal.ineSs did so far get the better
Of hire that she went to pay sta
ton, got long distance, and called
the Trent house. Jefferson an
swered the telephone.
Yes" ne said in answer to
Linda's guarded questions, Miss
Miranda was doing nicely. =.
Would she like to speak to Miss
Miranda"
NO" Linda said. "Oh, no! /
JuSL GdlLCu " llANlNhN'
She was about to hang up when
jefferson demanded suddenly. !
Amt this Miss Linda speakin'?"
Linda heSitated in panic. She
had thought she was Disgusting
her yOee SO well.
81 think you must be confusing
me with someone else" she said
at last. /
"Yassum," said Jefferson, but
his tone was unconvinced. "Who
shall | tell Miss Miranda called"
"I-oh. Mrs. Trent might not
even remember me-" /
"Yassum," said Jefferson loud
ly, as if for the ears of someone
listening in the room beyond. !
Then in a carefully lowered tone,
"When you comm home, Miss
Linda"
There came the sharp tap-tap
of a cane on the polished floor,
and then old Miranda's imperious
voice, coming nearer:
rs that Miss Benton, Jeffer- !
son? Why did you not tell me? |
wish to speak with her"
Linda hung up and sat down !
weakly for moment.
Tony was deeply immersed in
his plans for his New Years cele- !
bration, which was to be what ne
called "Super-super-coloSsal."
But something had come up
that made it hard for Linda to
take much interest in the event.
There wre rumorS in some of /
the papers that namateur radio |
operator somewhere in Texas
claimed to be picking up faint
signals from the radio of the lost
AureluS expedition. The later
editions had it that he had sue
ceeded in tranSlating whole words, |
names and phrases, and that one
of the names was that of Captain !
Barrymore Trent.
Late one afternoon, when Linda !
could endure the suspense no
longer, she called up the flying
field from which Barry had taken |
off. When a girl answered, she |
asked, clenching her hands to
keep her voice steady, II wonder |
if you can give me some informal !
ton about Captain Trent?"
Captain who? Oh, him. Well, |
what do you want to know"
The girls voice was Indifferent,
as if she had dropped more enter
tanning matters to answer the .
telephone.
as it true" Linda began
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