The McDowell times. [volume] (Keystone, W. Va.) 1904-1941, 1940-11-01
TRAILER GIRL
.-4s- By VERA BROWN uma~u
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I nounced Wild. She would never see
him again. Or If she did It would
not matter. She must face facts.
She had not done that before. II
was overt
And that night when Lynn
dropped OF to sleep, there were no
tears on her pillow. She accepted
the inevitable.
In the middle Of the month, Lynn
was i'll for . few days with q bad
cold, but she managed to work
through In spite of her red nose
which SO infuriated Wellington.
Terry, the faithful, was still on
hand. He called for her at 6 at
Wellington's studio one night with
out phoning, but she was too i'll to
60 out. He insisted on seeing her to
her apartment. Lynn's head ached
horribly, and she wished fervently
that Terry would 60.
He seemed much preoccupied, and
finally he said: Lynn, I've been
wanting to say this for Q long time.
Will you marry met" He stood BE-
fore her, embarrassed and yet de-
termined ~ he watched her with
hot eyes. For q moment Lynn
thought she was deliriops from the
fever which burned In her.
"You aren't serious, Terry"
II am" He set his chin firmly.
'There'n be hell Of . row at home,
but we can face IT,"
Lynn put her hand to her aching
head. "For one thing I'm not In the
marriage market, yet, you know,
I'm q married woman"
well, you won't be long. That
doesn't mean anything. Will you.
Lynn"
She tried to make him under
stand, but he refused to take her
mo"
"You think it over. You need
somebody to take care of you, Lynn.
The family can't cut me of. I've got
some money Of my own, anyway. II
they do, they can just cuti''
Lynn sighed Why hadn't she fall
en- in love with this amiable Irish
man instead of Wild? She was des-
perately lonely. His devotion was
pleasant, and they'd had some hap
Ply times together.
"I'm not in love with you," Lynn
finally protested. Terry's face fell.
"You would be, if you were mar
ried to me. I know it! I appreciate
you. I wouldn't walk off and leave
you. Not in a million years, if
thought I had a chance!"
Lynn was white. She knew he
spoke the truth. Terry was SO Diff
ferent from Wild.
Wellington decided to knock off
work for two weeks before Christ
mas, and Lynn looked forward to
the vacation. Then Nine. Reanoud
wanted her back for the holidays,
and reluctantly Lynn went. She felt
she owed Madam q lot. Besides
with the approach Of the holiday
season Lynn's loneliness increased.
She was glad to be back with the
girls she knew.
On the second day Lynn was back
In the shop, Madam came In late
from luncheon. She threw the after
noon paper down on the table of the
fitting room where she found Lynn:
"The Austins keep breaking into
print, Kid. Lucky you didn't hitch
up with that family. They're all
crazyI"
With apprehension Lynn picked
up the paper. There were black
headlines about Chuck Austin's fight
for the custody Of Charles Talbot
Austin, Sd. There In the fitting room
Lynn stared a long time at the pho
tograph on the front page. It was
q picture Of Mrs. Austin and her
son, taken two years previously.
Lynn's knees were weak. She leaned
against the gray, painted wall Of the
Little room as she stared.
The woman was Helen Warren.
The child was Buddy.