The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1941-05-08

turned to and made a wreck o.
himself after she ceased to love
him.
"That reminds me" - his owr
thinking reminded him. He hest
tated. Gillian opened her eyes
looked at him sleepily and said
"Yes?"
"Does it hurt you to talk about
Jaffry Clay, Gill;"
"I think I'm past being hurt
Jon," she said, "but why do you
wish to talk of-of him? You
were about the only one-you and
Anse-who didn't question me at
the time, who didn't look at me
as if 1 had done something ter
rible. as if I were some inhuman
monster. can't talk about it, Jon
I couldn't then, I can't now,
can't ever"
"Child, don't want you to talk
about it or him. I mentioned his
name only in a business connec-
ton. What passed between you
and him, what sad story may be
there, is none of my concern,
even though I love you. What
wished to ask you is about the
poor chaps work-his poetry-a
novel he left-some other stuff
His work was good, eh?"
eyes," said Gillian quietly. "His
work was good. He had published
only one book of poems. 1t was
we'll received. They said he had
genius, that he would be great
one day. Her nails were sharp
against her palms.
eyes" joins voice was dryly
matter-of-fact. '"That's what
thought. The book of poems was
published privately. Clay and a
young man named Simon KILL
grew"
Simon Killigrew - fin 6 e
plucked at a chord in Gilllan's
heart and let it twang back ano
left it throbbing. She saw thai
tall, hard muscled, angry eyec
youth, rising up out of Rydal Wa
ter, saw the accusation in his eye:
before ever he spoke.
"Now Killigrew wants to pub
lish the rest of Clay's stuff. He:
sort of literary executor, I ga
Their. But he needs capital. He ap
preached me about it. I met hin
at the University Club a week
or so back. He struck me as be-
ing a straightforward sort Of fel
low and I told him I'd look into
it. His wife died while he wa!
spending a year abroad. He wa:
pretty we'll broken up over it. He
doesn't need great deal of mo-
ney. He has little place Of hi:
-Simon's Printery-in Bea'
yer Hall Square. But he thinks il
the book is properly launched and
we'll advertised it will be 9
smashing success. He's something
of fanatic when it comes to Jaf-
fry Clay. Sort of hero worship
Not good thing"
give met this Simon Kill
grew" said Gillian, "once, brief
ly. Yes, it's hero worship with
him. That's the only word for it.
"Well, what's to do, Gil? I pu
it up to you"
ITO me! Why to me?" Sh'
shook her head vehemently. 'Yol
will have to decide yourself, Jon
All I can tell you is that Jaffry'
stuff had something, some mystic
captivating strain in it, and PEG
pie liked it. You know how much
they liked it-and him."
well, then, shall I give this ST
mon Killigrew his chance? I
means a lot to him, know"
1could punish him, thought Gil
liam. I could pay him back ;
thousandfold for all the cruel
hurting things he said to me yes
terday. She laughed softly, queer
ly. Jonothan Hillyer looked a
her, brows lifted. "Give him hi!
chance, Jon, by all means. Finan
cial1y, I should think it pretty
sound investment. The book viii
sell. It will have had a lot of class
A, advance publicity-you know
how the papers were full of Jaf-
fry's unhappy and premature end
Perhaps"-her voice was strained
high-pitched-"they'd like me t.
give a statement or two or ever
write foreword. You know, Jon