The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1940-07-11

friends run into him.
'Pappa Rollins, as I live and
breathe!' Wheatley cried.
"How the hell are you'll" Don
asked, gripping his hand.
"Don! Frank! It's good to see
your
They stood for a moment scru-
tinizing one another, their silence
a bond. Then coats were thrown
off and the three of them were
sitting at the table, all trying to
talk at once.
"Tell u.s." Frank demanded.
s'what have you been doing with
yourself? Of course we know you
married that rich Worthington
girl"
Len grimaced wryly. cts not
that kind of a marriage at all, be-
ieve it or not. She was cut off,
you know, without cent"
Len told them then of his ex-
periences from the day he had
played Clark at Aiken and had
broken his ankle. The other two
young men listened attentively
with much interest. 'And So"
Len finished, 'I'm a happy old
married man of seven months
with a swell wife and a fairly
good job
Frank asked: "Don't you you
ever miss the old life. Ro1ly?"
Slowly Len shock his head.
NO."
''You mean to say" Don pur-
sued, "that you never feel sort of
tied up? Never miss travelling
around the way you used to? You
know-Bermuda, Berkeley, New
Orleans, Europe. -
Damned shame about that an
kle," Wheatley broke in ir-
relevantly.
"Just one of those things" Len
grinned. 'They happen, I guess"
Sure. But why did it have to
zoe you!" Clark exclaimed. "Why
mot someone who didn't mean
anything to the game? With you,
Rolly, we could bring back the
cup this year, I think"
He left Frank Wheatley's gaze
upon him, heard the chunky old
ter man say: you're right, Rolly,
it was a good thing to happen to
you. You're really happier than
we are, more substantially happy,
If you know what mean"
Eyes" Len repeated, 'I'm hap
py. And I know what you mean"
Frank said: "Td change places
with you in a minute
Good old Wheatley; what a
swell guy!
''Wouldn't you. DOM" Frank
asked, turning to his teammate.
Don's eyes lit inouiringly on
the older ones. read something
there, nodded vigorously.
They talked then of politics, the
possibility of war in Europe. of
plays and books and many things.
The hands of the clock Spun
around end at last Lens time
was up, He had to go back to Tai
bots. To work. He stood up and
said:
Sorry, mugs. but I'm a hard
working guv with only an hour
for lunch. How about coming in
TO see me at the store sometime?
Or the house?" He gave them the
phone number but knew thev'd
never call for they never had
time.
'fRol1v." Frank Wheatlev asked.
''could the ankle stand the strain
sof giving lessons? Nothing dras-
8iic. A kid. A rich kid. You prob
ably know his old man-Dayton
Richmond"
Len looked down into Frank
Wheatley's face. How nicely he
and Grace could use some extra
money.
ayes. might give it a try,
Frank. Thanks"
"SOke. Call Richmond tomor-
row. He's in the book. I'll get in
touch with him this afternoon
and tell him."
Lens mind remained in a fer
ment Of doubt all the rest of that
day. He knew Grace would be
opposed to his going back to ten
mis- even if it was just a matter
of tutoring. But the money for
each. lesson certainly would add
nightly to their meager income.
With it they could do a lot that
they had not been able to do be-
fore. S.
Surely Grace would be reason
able.