Evening star., 1939-02-26

There'd been that painful stretch last
winter when Lynn had done a stand-in for
Alice sit by the fire while Kit shuttled reck-
lessly between Dartmouth and the University
of Georgia. with stopovers at intermediate
points. And one particularly painful memory
of a white uniform, gold braid and an
Annapolis hop never attended by Lynn.
Her eyes clouded with the recollection. Kit
hadn't stolen Ned Carlisle from her. exactly.
Ned Carlisle, of his own accord. had turned
aside to look at lovelier picture. She remem-
bered Kits tragic wall: oh, darling I'm so
sorry it turned out this way
And herself. saying steadily: Don't be
silly. You know don't care much for things
like this Care? Wasn't it the breath of life to
Twenty One?
Kit had said in desparing voice: But
Lynn dear. things like this are terribly
important. Youv got to care about them -
or something swell may never happen
The tears had almost come with that. And
sounding bitter despite herself Lynn had
said: Don't worry Some dope will marry me
some day"
Kit hadn't noticed the bitterness. Nineteen
and set to goal the Navy. What time had she
for noticing: But Lynn Devons supposed that
she herself had uttered profound truth.
Some dope would marry her, doubtless After
Kit had found the one man and was. there
fore. ungetabe.
Hey" Chuck said suddenly. What is
this, the Public Library"
Lynn snapped out of it, Just beguiled by
the night And you. my dear.
More spinach. please, lady" said Chuck.
Il love it.
That night. with the Belmont terrace a
whirl of color and Chuck Averill tall and
interesting in his white dinner jacket, was the
prelude to gay week. Lynn and Chuck spent
long hours on curving pink-sand beaches.
They swan in water that seemed to have been
distilled from gold coins and pieces of jade.
In shorts and sports shirts they bicycled the
island They cruised the harbor in Chuck's
hired salboat They drank prodgously of
Dutch beer And at night they danced, under
the silver and black of the Bermuda sky.
One afternoon late in the week they biked
to Somerset. 1t was seven miles from Rainbow
Lodge and they arrived hot and breathless. A
relaxation p>riod seemed indicated. so they
sat for a long time under cedar tree. watch
ing the shifting blue of Mangrove Bay.
Suddenly Lynn looked at her watch, Good
Heavens" she said ITS nearly six O'Clock
And we didn't bring our flashlights. Night
bicycling without light in Bermuda is
punishable by fine of fifteen shilllngs, They
sped toward home
Lynn was good CyCist. For mile or so
she set Chuck a hot pace. But suddenly,
rounding bend, she leapt OFF her bike,
Fine or no fine, she said. pointing. Il
wouldn't pass a view like that.
Chuck followed her finger. He saw little
andlOCked bay separated from the ocean by
thin strip of ground Three cedar trees stood
like sentinels on this tiny space. Beyond the
bar of firm land was patch of yellow beach
and beyond that an inflnity of ocean, with the
diving sun etching red fire on its lead-coored
breast.
1--WE never seen anything SO beautiful.
Lynn gasped It's like a Japanese print
come to life.
Chuck looked at her. Her lips were parted
and mist was swimming before her blue
eyes Impulsively he caught her hand. The
next instant his lips found hers.
The kiss was short hurried. They drew
apart suddenly. as if remembering that they
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