The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1943-08-05

ing. Nine o'clock! He stretched,
yawned, felt himself infinitely
refreshed, rolled slowly out of
bed and went to close the win
dow.
In front of it there was a pool
of water. It was raining. Pouring.
The first time since November.
On going down to cold coffee and
CONCEALED bacon, Timothy found
Candy had long since gone out
for an all-day skiing expedition.
"Canby's crazy" remarked
Timothy casually to Aunt LAWN
ia. You can't ski in the rainw
Aunt Lavinia did not say as any
one else would have said, But
this rain may be snow on the
mountains. She said instead, 81
wish I could find decent accom-
PIANIST for Jules. You can't ina
CINE the comfort that boy is to
me. The first soul with musical
sense I've ever seen in this be-
nighted town."
He did not know the name or
address of the over-the-mountain
Barney kinfolk Susan and Della
had gone to visit. But this troub-
led him not at all. Miss Peck
must know. He drove to her
house to ask, so careless of what
anyone might surmise from his
wishing to know where to find
Susan Barney that his natural ca
sy manner suggested to Miss Peck
only the idea that he wished, as
superintendent, to send her as
teacher, some notice about her
school work.
1t was only when he drove his
car to the garage for gas and oil
that one man lounging there call
ed out, Did hear you say you
were startin' to drive to Aver
field, Professor Hulme?"
"You might phone up to Bar
ton Corners and ASK suggested
the proprietor of the garage
Nelson Ellsworth's house is the
last one before you start over the
mountain"
The voice at the other end OF
the wire said complacently il
should rather think the road over
the mountain was closed.
Mr.. Dewey's opinion was that
the young men would not try to
get back at all that night, but
would make themselves camr
with a big bonfire and take turns
sleeping around it. ''What was
that? Did you hear something?
Seems as if I heard the front door
OPEN" They all turned their
heads toward the hall, and dis
tlnctly heard the front door care
fully closed.
Quick light steps hurrying with
sinister softness down the hal
brought melodrama into decent
self-contained lives.
Arson Craft, DR.. Arson, tower.
ing over them as they sat at the
table, gaping up, stricken to par.
alysls by his words, by his ner.
vous energetic gesture command.
ing silence. He leaned over the
table, speaking in a low voice
An accident" he told them
car tipped over on the noun.
tain. The girl that works here is
nurt. Badly. No getting her tc
the hospital, the roads are so lev
He looked towards the hall anG
SAID, This way" Turning back
TO Miss Peck, 'Is that the door tc
your bedroom? Don't stir -
leave 1t just as it is. My wife has
come to take charge of the case
She'll do anything that's needed
in the room"
! Mrs. Craft was there, swift
nolseless, slipping out of her
wraps as she crossed to the door
OF Miss Peck's bedroom. Here y
she said in her controlled nurses
voice to the man who came shut
Ting IN from the hall, woman
IN his arms, her head resting on
MS shoulder. 1t was turbaned with
white bandages, crisscrossed over
the face.
Candy, setting one foot before
the other with trancelike careful
ness walked slowly across the
room, in through the open door
and came out with his burden, his
face broken and quivering. Doc
tor Craft went in, turned to lay
a stern finger on his lips.
Candy burst out in horse
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