The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1939-02-16

She looked up at him quietly,
and smiled cold little wistul
smile. Then she added:
I'm sorry to seem so-uncer-
tain-and so-unappreciative-of
your-love. But just can't seem
to think tonight"
He was a wise young man and
he saw that he couldn't get any
further tonight.
He studied her for moment
and then his lips set in firm line
of determination.
Every WE'LL" he said quiet
cheerfully. 81 am just your
friend for now, but very special
friend, you know. One whom
you can call upon for anything,
Will you feel that?"
She smiled with relief.
Yes" she said. THANK you!
Good night" and she put out her
hand an gave his a brief imper-
sonal clasp.
Marjorie found she was too ex-
cited to sleep when she laid her
head on her pillow. But strange
ly enough it was not on the Gag
err protests of love that her mind
dwelt most during that nights
vigil. but more on his insistence
that she should not search out
neople. And the more she thought
of it. the less she thought OF
Evan.
She awoke in the morning with
the definite purpose in her heart
to get the matter over with at
once. She would start right
away before anything else could
possibly delay her. If any more
people came in and tried to turn
her from her purpose she would
become bewildered again.
She called up the station and
made her reservations on a tram
that left the city little after
six that night.
She took her check book and
plenty of money, carefully stow
ed as she had been taught to do
when travelling. She left no adj
dress with anybody. She did not
want anyone coming after her to
try and hinder her in whatever
she should decide to do.
And so at last she was on her
way, quite worn out with the tu-
multi of her decision and her
preparations. i
The next morning she arrived
in the strange city and went to a
hotel. After attempting al
skechy breakfast she took taxi
and drove to the address she had
been given in the letter.
It seemed a very long drive,
out through scrubby part OF
the city, and then into a sordld
street of little cheap houses all
alike. brick houses with wooden
porches in an endless row, block
after block, with untidy vacant
lots across the street, ending IN
unpleasant ash heaps. 1t was be-
fore the last house in the row
that the taxi stopped
The driver handed her her
check, opened the door, and she
got out her purse.
81 think perhaps you had bet
ter wait for me a minute or two
until make sure this is the right
place." she said hesitantly, as she
eyed the house with displeasure.
So. on feet that were strangely
INSTEAD, she got out and went
slowly up the two wooden steps
to the door that sadly needed
paint. There was no bell so she
knocked timidly, and then again
louder as she heard no sound of
life within. She was just about
to turn away, amost hoping they
were gone, and she would have
no clue to search further, when
she heard hurried steps on a
bare floor, and the door was
opened sharply, almost inpatient
Nv. Then she found herself face
to face with a replica of herself!
sDoes Mrs. George Gay live
here?"
She said the words because she
had prepared them on her lips to
say, but she was so startled at
the apparition of herself in the
flesh standing before her that
she did not realize she had asked
the question. She just stood
there and stared and stared at
this other girl who was so like
and vet so unlike herself.
The other girl had the same
cloud of golden hair, only it was