The Bluffton news. [volume] (Bluffton, Ohio) 1875-current, 1940-06-27

The press! Had they done some
thing stupid at home? Gays eyes
few to meet Kate's startled glance.
Kate's expression was not reassur-
ing. She looked as though she was
resigning herself to some inevita-
BILE disaster. Gay turned again to
John.
"This time you have the advan-
tage," she said. 1--WE haven't seen
the papers for two days"
She fancied, for a moment, that
he, as well as Kate, knew the thought
which had flashed into her mind.
His expression was wholly ironical.
But
"I was referring to the rotogra-
vure sections" he said, land the
fifty-cent magazines.
He hesitated, then, MAY wish
you happiness?" he asked.
why not?"
81 do wish that for you." He con-
tinued to regard her steadily but
the slanting smile had vanished and
his eyes were very grave.
THANK you, john"
His steady gaze presently altered.
He glanced around the room.
I'm a very poor host" he said.
you've had to bring in your lug
gage and get your supper. I've been
talking politics up at the village
store. Why didn't you let me know
YOU were coming?"
The question had, for Gay, only
one implication. Resentment, like a
fresh breeze blowing through a room
too warm and perfumed, cleared the
confusion from her mind.
ibid you think I knew you were
here?" she asked quietly but with
warmth kindling in her voice.
He turned to look at her in sur
prise.
"But II you didn't, why did you
conner"
Resentment famed into anger.
But anger was stupid. She returned
his glance directly, her chin uncon-
sciously lifting, her eyes bright and
scornful.
| "You haven't become less-fatu-
Gus, have your" she asked.
"I didn't mean that the way IL
sounded" he said quickly. ''I'm not
that fatuous. I meant, how did you
expect to get in unless someone was
here?"
Her level glance did not waver.
His momentary confusion gave her
the advantage. She pressed it reso-
lutely, still smarting from humiliat.
ed pride.
''Why should I have had the faint.
est idea that you, especially, should
be here?" she asked.
"But who else would be?" His ex.
| preston was frankly puzzled. "I've
never rented it. My kid sister had
house-party here this summer
Otherwise it hasn't been occupied
except when I've been here"
She pressed her advantage stub
bornly, incensed by the posses,
sive tone in which he spoke of hel
property. "Who gave you permis
sion to use the cabin at any timer
she asked.
"Permission-?" He stared at her
in perplexity.
Didn't you know that Uncle Johr
left the cabin to me?"
ITO your"
Eyes" It was the granddaughter
of David Graham speaking, the
granddaughter of Peter Schuyler
secure in her inherited assurance
quite obviously taking pleasure IL
the routing of an intruder.
"But that's impossible" he sale
crisply.
''His lawyer sent me a key three
years ago nearly" Gay said, "jus
after Uncle John died"
She watched him intently, expect
ing some attempt at justification
explanations, an apology, perhaps
She did not expect the smile o.
somewhat incredulous amusement
which crept slowly upward from his
lips into his eyes.
"Does that impress you as being
amusing?" she asked with dignity
"Uncle John was my godfather
There's no particular reason, is
there, why he shouldn't have lef1
the cabin to me?"
81 suppose there isn't" he said, as
though that point was of small i'm
portance. The smile deepened. "a
was just wondering how many 9th
er people are likely to pop in here
with keys. You see," he continued
in reply to her questioning glance
"Uncle Johns lawyer sent one te
me. I naturally assumed that the
cabin was mine and have used il
whenever I've had chance"
She had not considered that posi-
bility. It was true, of course. i
was the only logical explanation. She
felt, for a moment, in sympathy
with John, who, as well as she, was
the victim of some sentimentality
or eccentricity contrived by mem
ber of an older generation. But I'm
Gle John, as she remembered him
had been neither sentimental mol
eccentric. The lawyer had made G
mistake, perhaps. At any rate, i
wasn't Johns fault any more thar
it was hers.
81 understand that" she said
because assumed that it belonged
to me-" Neither pride nor resent
ment was entirely proof against the
humor in the situation, against the
charm of his rare slow smile. Hel
eyes met Johns in laughter ane
sympathy. Then
$50 you can't turn me out after
all, can your" he asked.