Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-07-11

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the ages"
They searched over the floor as
carefully as they had the walls, going
under the cots, in the corners, every
where, trying to find stone that
could be budged from it's place, but
with no luck. They were tightly we'd
ged into their places and the dust of
time had been packed about them like
mortar.
Finally it was Rusty who whisper
tied low, long note of surprise.
"Hutchw
Hutch crawled over to where he
was. He had removed the table and
the rug. Look" Rusty said, point
ing to large stone. They've put
the dust back, but it isn't packed
down." He blew around the edges
of another stone and nothing happen
ed. He blew around the edges of this
one and dust flew up into his face.
They were so absorbed by the dis
covery that they did not hear the
door open, but continued to examine
the stone. Finally voice spoke
"Messieurs!"
They looked around, startled, to see
two young Frenchmen, one short and
stocky, the other tall, and lean, look
ing at them with angry expressions
on their faces, standing in the door
way.
1t was not until week later that
Wendy received the news of her broth
er's death and David's Imprisonment.
Arthur Stafford, as second in COM
mand of The Hornets, had reported
the details of their battle over Brit
tany to the C. o. He had informed
the War Office of the loss of three
pilots, and they in turn passed on the
news to the families of the lost men.
Hutch had given Lady Harrowsdale
as one of the persons to be notified in
case anything happened to him, wish
ing Wendy to learn of it through her
mother and not directly.
Immediately on receipt of tele-
gram from Lord Harrowsdale, Wendy
caught a train for The Downs. To
say that she was crushed by this news
would be gross understatement. She
felt that part of her had been killed,
as her love for Philip, now that he
was gone, was even greater than she
had believed possible. Poor old blum
dering, happy, courageous Phil! Tears
rolled down her cheeks as she sat
there in the train thinking of him,
remembering all his odd little ways.
The thought that he would have pre-
ferred to die this way, fighting for
his country, consoled her somewhat,
and her mind turned to David Hutch
inson. Regarding him she was amaz-
ed to find that she was not in the
least downhearted. He was not dead,
and that was everything. He was
only prisoner, and instinctively she
felt that he was already working to
escape. Perhaps he had even now es-
capped. She knew he would succeed
and it would not have surprised her
to see him come into the compart-
ment, where she was seated, at that
moment and say hello. Her conf
dence in his intelligence, courage, and
daring was linitless.
How she loved him, how she want
ed to see him again and feel herself
melt into his strong embrace, press
ing his hot lips hard against hers.
Wendy sighed, forgetting for mo-
ment the tragedy of her brothers
death, forgetting even that her David
was held in German prison. She
would speak plainly to her father a
bout David.
The first maid, Norah, opened the
door for Wendy when she arrived at
the Downs and, at sight of her young
mistress, the good woman broke into
tears and began sobbing violently a.
bout my poor Mister Philip" She
had been member of the household
since the year of his birth, had seen
both children grow up, and felt that
they were her own, at least in part
"Isn't it awful, Miss Wendy, mean
about the Germans killing my poor
boy, and him so good and sweet? He
wouldn't ha' hurt fly, he was that
; kind" Again she went off into fit
of weeping. "My poor Mister Phil
ip! My poor Mister Philip! So kind
and sweet"
Wendy put her arm around the old
servant and tried to comfort her, de-
termining herself to show no emotion,
although the effort nearly killed her.
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