The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-05-03

arm through hers. Look here, sherry-let's sit down e minute"
 They found Q vacant bench in the shade of the clubhouse. You and - we've been friends Q long time, haven't vel"
 Sherry nodded. He was looking eagerly into her eyes, was speak Ing in low, earnest tones, holding his program up to give passers- by the impression they were dis- cussing a race.
 "Sherry, honey, I'd"
 walt, Shep. Is this another proposalp" .,.
 He redened, grinned again. "It sure is - if there's any chance you'll take me. I'm going to steady down quit drinking - make some money--buy me 2 breeding farm"
 Sorry, Shep-" She started to rise, but he stopped her.
 "Waltl Wanted to say, Sherry, I've had some swell luck lately. At bridge. Now If you need six or seven hundred--to get to Louis- vile get ready for the Derby Pepper Boy IS good, sherry"
 "PleaSel" She was on her feet 'That's very sweet of you"
 No strings to 1t, You don't have to marry me, you know" he told her, smiling, You're swell, Sherry"
 And so are you, lad" she said softly, touching his hand as he stood up. You're peach, but l have all the money in the world at least enough to pay bills and, I'll see you at Churchill Downs, Shep." She felt the tears yelling up in her eyes, so she flashed him q smile and moved swiftly away toward the gate.
 The sun dropped behind house. tons when Sherry Bond reached home and faced the rear of a mod. ern Noah's Ark, parked in front of her apartment house.
 Drawn to the curb was an enor- mour, open touring car--a seven- scatter, vintage of the late 'twen- ties; it was damned with house. hold goods. A rusty locker. trunk was securely dashed to the rear; an old cabinet Victrola stuck up dn the tonneau, having jolted out from beneath tarpaulin cover ing that part of the car. Protrud- Ing from beneath the canvas was a folde mattress, q cot, and broom. .handle. The right front scat was filled with books, great masses of books tied together with twine, and stacked tightly against the windshield.
 Who was responsible for this monstroSity2
 Somebody was sitting behind the wheel Deliberately, Sherry walked to the front Of the car -- stopped, looked at the driver; horse-faced girl in her early thir- ties perhaps -- dressed In green tweed with q brown beret pulled back demurely from shiny wal nut-colored hair parted in the midle. A mass of freckles fiecked the features -- the homeliest face and the most interesting that Sherry had seen since Christmas,
 Sherry drew back from staring, murmurcd, "i beg your pardon and was starting into the house when the stranger stopped her,
 Leaning over the side Of the door, the woman asked In breezy, clipped accents of the midwest: Can you tell me where well If it isn't - it Is Cousin Sheridan Bond"
 The car flew open. An an- gular girl, whose bones stuck out like those of q half starved race horse, leaped to the pavement, a joyous smile lighting her face. Phrases cascade from her lips:
 Cousin Sheridan, I am Theo- dosia Duncan Bond recognize you from your pictures -- but you're much prettier, much young CT looking"
 She stopped speaking. The eager admiration in her yees gave way to embarrassment You -- you are Sheridan Bond, aren't you2 Named for Grandpa Sheridan, when Uncle Thomas had no sons7"
 The color had left Sherry'S face, and she stood there speechless. The tall girl leaned forward with concern.
 i've just driven in from Wyom- ing-brought my dus with me. -