The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1940-04-18
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gear and they roared down the roac
again.
Finally he swung up the drive and
turned in at a house which she
judged to be not far from Terry's
home.
Suddenly Lynn felt an hysterical
desire to laugh. It was all too alb
surd and fantastic. The man led the
way through into a sun parlor al
done in white and gold. 1t faced
the ocean and Lynn walked over to.
ward the windows.
Behind her the man was standing
beside glass-topped table lighting
a cigarette.
"Wel?" His voice broke into
Lynn's turbulent thoughts.
Lynn turned toward him then. She
stood there, her frock runpled, heI
eyes blazing. Then as the ignominy
of her position swept over her she
covered her face with her hands.
'Quite a charming picture, my
dear" The man laughed. There is
no need for me to introduce myself
You know who I am, of course"
Lynn did not answer him.
"As you well know, I am Raymond
Carver Austin. Now I hope you're
satisfied. You're here, in my house,
the home of a most eligible bachelor
in Palm Beach," Then he added by
way of warning:
But most canny one. I'm not
to be caught so simply, Miss" He
paused, realizing he did not know
her name.
Morrow" Lynn finally supplied
Lynn Morrow"
"Well, Miss Morrow, you man.
aged things beautifully to intrigue
my interest, but I've been tricked
before by young women much clev.
erer than you
ST don't know what you mean?''
''You still persist In playing this
little gamer"
Lynn was too confused to answer,
but she was furious at him, at her.
self, at the world.
You're welcome to remain here
tonight if you wish
Lynn lifted her face and he saw
her remarkable gold-fecked eyes in
her tanned face. She was a beauti.
full girl, certainly.
He continued without altering his
tone:
You'll be quite comfortable. He
paused to be sure his next words
would have their full effect.
your little plan has failed. My
mother is here with me. She came
this afternoon. We are quite prop.
erly chaperoned, Miss Morrow"
Lynn stared at him uncompre.
hendingly.
FLORIDA is full of women like
yourself. What should really hap
pen to you is that your mother ought
to take you home and give you q
good spanking. If girls like you
would try to earn your lvings hon.
estly, there would be no shyster law.
yers and not so much work for the
courts.
Now I'll call somebody and see
you are sent to your quarters.
hope you'll find them comfortable
anything before you go, anything tc
drink? To eat?"
Lynn stepped forward, her blonde
head silver in the soft light She
could not believe what she had
heard The whole thing was so in.
credible. Lynn's hands were
clenched, but she tried to keep con.
troll of her voice.
II think you are the most con.
ceited, most SNUG, stupid person
have ever met.
81 don't know who you are, and
don't give darn! / never saw you
before IN my life, and I hope hon.
estly never do again. IL" HeI
voice broke.
"Bravol Miss Morrow. You're ex.
cellent Too bad all this is wasted
on me. I'm woman-hater, you see
I'm suspicious of all of you. I have
had reason to be-" He laughed Lit.
tie.
Lynn opened Helen McNair's ex
pensive evening bag, and took out
the 50-cent piece.
This is all the money I have In
the world. I stay here because
cannot help myself. That's ALL"
Austin, still smiling unbelievingly
bowed.
After she left, Austin stood for q
long time at the windows looking
out into the beautiful Florida night
Then he shrugged, stamped out his
cigarette and went to join his moth.
er, to tell her of the amusing Incl.
dent.
Lynn, in the meantime, stood in
the middle of the beautiful green
bedroom to which the maid had led
her. Tears filed the girls eyes. She
turned to the woman appealingly.
"WIl you help me?"
Certainly, mademoiselle."
mo, I mean really help me. I'm
IN trouble. / can't stay here"
"Why not, mademoiselle?" The
maids voice tried to be soothing.
There is no reason why you
shouldn't. This happens often. You
are perfectly safe here, though. -
The maid hesitated. "You see, the
women just won't let Mr.. Wild alone,
mademoiselle
ssMr. Wild?"
That's what they call Mr.. Aus
tin"
"Oh."
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