The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1940-10-14

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Terry could not have explaineo
his state Of mind as he drove to
the Samp home. Frankly speak
ing. he was in a other. One no
ment ne was hot. filled with rot
our Joy. the next cold. shaken
with ooubts as to the strength
Of his own VII
Not in the least eonceited. he
felt certain that Jan had fol-
lowed him % Bridgetown because
Of romantic interest
And he didn't have 10 be intro
spective to know that ne shared
that interest. His heart had very
nearly bounded out Of his body
when he saw her in the pew.
knowing that he should be an
noyed by her. he was conscious
OF only . bewildered rapture.
Nevertheless, IL was with grave
misgiving. that he pulled into the
sanp driveway. Jan was unpre-
dictable, there was nothing in her
background to prepare her for a
Sunday with the Samp family.
What her reaction would be he
could only imagine.
He was greeted by his hostess
with nervous cordiality. Going
into the living room. he found Jan
characteristically curled in a
char, one slim leg under her, the
other revealed to the knee.
Jarvis Samp. seated opposite,
glowering darkly. Dick jumped
to his feet. OVERRIDING his welcome.
Terry was instantly aware of
tension.
Jan did not change position.
She said lazily. Hello. Terry"
and smiled knowingly into his
eyes.
It was a wicked little smile and
Terry knew that his worst fears
were well founded.
Mr.. Samp grunted. "Humph."
and sank deeper into his chair
The dinner was typically mid
die western. Roast beef. mashed
potatoes and brown gravy, canned
peas, a gelatine salad. Jan sat
beside Dick, facing Terry across
the table.
The very apparent disapproval
of the elder Samps, instead of
inducing her to proper behavior,
inspired a naughtiness with which
her friends in New York were
most familiar.
Her expression was too innocent,
too guileless.
Carving the roast, Deacon Samp
asked, What do you think of our
city. Miss Van Walter"
II simply adore it," she an
swered sweetly.
Intend to stay long,"
THAT depends upon how I get
along with my work"
Work" he snorted. what kind
of work ?"
I'm the New York representa-
tive for a national litter bug move-
ment. Do you Utter. Mr.. Samp?"
The look he gave her would
have quenched a less defiant spirit.
Jan did not see the look. Down
cast eyes on her plate, she lifted
fork. Dick hooted with laughter,
quickly subsiding as the look was
turned on him.
Mrs Samp broke in timorously,
will you have some currant jelly,
Miss Van Walter? I made it my
self"
Thank you, I will.' She jiggled
the heavy cut glass dish. See
even the currant jelly jitters."
Mr.. Samp leaned across the
table, shaking a stubby forefinger
impressively. ANY kind-o dane
ing is designed by the devil, young
woman" he said sternly. Il know
nothing Of iittering. but have no
doubt that il is dancing in its low
est form"
Jan considered this as she sawed
away on her none too tender
beef. Just as thought" she said
at last, nodding her pretty head.
Il said there was an immense
untaught class in this part of the
country. The ignorance of the peo-
pie Is pathetic. Give my organiza-
ton a little time and Wen spread
litter bugging TO every corner of
the world. l didn't come a mo-
ment too SOON" She sighed.
Dick choked over mashed pota-
toes Terry's lips twitched, even
while he waited for a chance TO
warn Jan with a shake of his
head.
Mrs. Samp's terrified eyes
moved from one face TO the next.
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else" she suggested brightly.
There is another subject I wish
to bring up" Jan said willingly.
Perhaps you can help me. Mr..
Samp. I understand that you are
the financial leader in this com
munity. With your aid / should
be able to put Bridgetown on
metropolitan basis in short order"
We'll" he growled.
It's a matter Of bars" she said.
frowning thoughtfully. I've in
CURED as TO the number of legiti-
mate bars in the city and find the
lack To be deplorable.
They tell me that a person on
Second and Main rnrt~f x.,a1fx saven