The McDowell times. [volume] (Keystone, W. Va.) 1904-1941, 1940-07-12
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CHAPTER +

The trouble with me is I'm "A
mob!"
Ihe blonde girl in the scant white
bathing suit chided herself as she
lay inert in the hot afternoon Flor
ia sunshine. Then she buried her
roughened hands deep into the sand
SO she could not see the broken
hngernails. She tried to pretend
she was not Lynn Morrow at all, but
somebody glamorous and grand and
rich, somebody who was happy and
surrounded with friends. She
pressed her deeply tanned cheek
into the warm sand and closed her
eyes to keep back the tears of lone
lineas.
The laughter of a group nearby
on the Palm Beach sand floated and
hung on the hot air.
But Lynn continued her black
brooding. So this was life. Dishes,
scrubbing, pressing, minding Buddy
when Mrs. Warren was away. How
Lynn hated it. Not but that Mrs.
Warren was kind, but what a life
tor . girl.
Just then a car slowed down I'D
on Ocean Drive. A young man
parked it where he had no business
to park and got out. He seemed to
stroll casually down on the beach.
"Oh, obi A pickup, and we're
helpless" said one Of the young
men who had been watching Lynn.
But her eyes were closed and she
did not see the newcomer.
II beg your pardon, but aren't
you Miss Marion North, from Bos-
tonP" he asked, as he stopped above
her ON the sand.
Lynn sat up hurriedly and brushed
the sand from her cheek.
''No, I'm sorry" There was an
irresistible twinkle in the young
mans eye and Lynn suddenly
smiled.
MAY sit DOWN." he asked as he
dropped beside Lynn on the sand.
"You know I'm not Marion
North" Lynn accused.
"Of course do. But it is a good
approach"
II don't think So"
well, I'm talking to you, am
not?"
at worked. That's what you
mean?"
Exactly" He smiled at her like
an impish bad boy.
Lynn laughed at his audacity In
spite Of herself.
He was quite right. 1t had worked
and she was glad to talk to some
body-anybodyl
Besides, he was such a personable
young man with q shock of curly
brown hair and deep tan.
How about a drink" he sug-
gested.
"No, thanks" Lynn felt this had
gone far enough.
She was lonely, but after all Mrs.
Warren would be along to call for
her shortly.
The young man seemed to ignore
her hesitancy.
II suppose should introduce my
self. I'm Terry McNair."
He waited expectantly for Lynn
to speak, but the name meant moth
ing to her. She had no time to read
the Palm Beach society columns.
There was an awkward pause.
I'm Lynn Morrow" Lynn told
him finally.
"Let me drive you home"
II have friend calling for me-"
The conversation dropped again.
But Terry was persistent.
Come, now, don't freeze me.
Here I've driven by every day this
week hoping to see you. You were
here last Thursday, you know"
Eyes"
"I'm really a nice guy. 1 like
your looks, thought you'd be nice to
talk to-" He leaned toward her ca
gerly, pleased with amazing gold
fecked brown eyes
Gam II" Lynn's pert little nose
was enhancing, McNair decided.
mot as nice as l thought"
"I'm really not trying to be rude"
Lynn interposed. cts just that I
must leave shortly when my friend
comes"
"Then let me sit here and talk to
you. Tell me about yourself"
There's really nothing much to
tell. I'm from Vermont"
II knew there was something l
liked about Vermont"
So went the conversation, about