The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1940-10-18

needn't b on your guard. Terry.
IN properly disciplined. It's been
: week q horror ard : can't take
any mere. ] know when IN licked.
We nay never see each other
again. 20 let's have fun today, shall
we7 -
he led her into the hall. Silently
he fook her hat and smart little
saeoz jaekst. ne went 70 the
kitchen door.
Miss Van Walter = staying for
dinner. Mrs Scroggs.- he an
nounced. adding a strange order.
an order that vas to whirl
through Bridgetown before night.
fan.
Answer the door and the tele-
phone. Mrs. scroggs. I'm at home
TO no one. Miss Van Walter and
are having fun"
Mrs scrogss very nearly fen
into the mashed potatoes. Jan
glowed. Thank you. mister she
said.
They sat at the dining table
Mrs Scroggs. removing the plates.
complained. You amt teched a
thing. Il somethin' wrong with the
vittels ,"
Terry and Jan treasured her.
They attacked the cherry pudding
with great zeal, and slight success.
They talked. They laughed. When
little silences occurred. they hur-
red into them.
Jan didn't flirt and her sweet
frankness was more alluring than
had been her coquetry.
Once the telephone rang and
Mrs scroggs shuffled in from the
kitchen. He amt here" they
heard her say. That's what he
said. he amt here"
Aren't you ashamed TO make
her fih?" Jan laughed.
No" he answered. I'm taking
a holiday. For today I'm not pas
tor. I'm just any young man"
Entertaining just any girl" Jan
finished for him.
They went into the library. The
day was cool and Terry lighted a
fire. Jan sat again in the shabby
old chair and they talked to the
accompaniment of rafting dishes
in the kitchen.
At last the rafting ceased and.
few minutes later, Mrs. Scroggs
came to the door, dressed for the
street. A pink rose bodied above
her pink face. She nervously pulled
on cotton gloves.
rs it all right for me to 90 ,"
she asked, primming her mouth at
Jan.
Certainly. Mrs. scroggs. Have
good time"
I'm agoin' to the hospital to see
a sick friend" she remarked with
eringly. Il amt amin to have a
good time"
"All right" said the gay young
Terry. Have any kind of a time
you want to-"
DO you want I should come
back and get supper"
No thanks. Wen manage"
Mrs. scroggs departed. mutter-
ing.
When the door slammed behind
her, Jan said, Tell me things
about you, Terry. things for me to
remember, things that will make
me know you better. We've got to
crowd a lot into today.
He looked into the fire, il was
safer than looking at Jan.
He told her of his father and
mother. and his home, humorous
little bits, happy and sad bits. Jan
listened. her hungry eyes on his
averted face.
And now have what I want"
he ended by saying. II intend to
make my church the finest. sanest
place of worship in the middIewest.
II must be more than a gathering
place on Sunday.
IT must be the hub around
which this community revolves, the
restraining influence. the inspira-
tion- Oh, Jan. have such hopes
and dreams for my church. To
realize them means work and pa
thence and understanding"
Jan said nothing. A lump filled
her throat. - Terry's hopes and
dreams had nothing to do with her.
He was going on without her, he
wanted to 60 on without her.
He turned his face to her. I've
talked lot about myself" he said.
It's not good manners to bore a
guest"
oh, I haven't been bored" she
said huskily. In a moment she
would be crying. pleading for pity.
She stiffened at the thought of
tears. "Mippy and I are taking off
tomorrow morning" she went on
bravely. May I tell you a few
things before 60. Terry? I want
everything to be honest and
straight with US. May I tell your"
ITO Be Confinuedl